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Carissa blushed and lowered her gaze as she poured the wine. The small, intricately carved gold cups were tied with delicate white ribbons, adding a touch of elegance. As the wine was poured, a rich rose aroma filled the air. It was indeed the perfect rose wine to drink. "This wine smells wonderful," Rafael remarked, reaching for the two cups. He handed one to his wife, feeling his heart suddenly race. Their hands intertwined as their faces drew close, nearly touching. They could almost hear each other's breath. Perhaps it was the glow of the candles, but their eyes sparkled with shared emotions.

he replied with a chuckle at how innocence filled her face. "Oooohhh, I see" she replied checking out the substance in the glass. Jason's face turned gloomy as he stared at Stacy's innocent face. It reminded him of the first time, he bought that wine and he bought it for Rose. That was Rose's favourite wine. Ever since the incident, he has been purchasing the wine in memory of Rose even though he doesn't take it. Whenever he's having a bad day and plans to drink himself to a stupor, seeing the wine alone weakens his plans. He checks on the wine every time and whenever it expires, he replaces it with a new one. He can't possibly get Rose off his mind. He loves Rose with all his heart.

she smiled sweetly. She went back outside and I gulped down the wine. I started to feel dizzy, and my veins felt like they were pumping fire.My breathing was becoming laboured and I fell to my knees. I felt a presence in the kitchen with me, lifting my head slightly I saw Rose bending down to look at me. " I see you already drank your special wine." she said sadistically. But, I couldn't answer her, I couldn't speak, I could feel the froth coming out of my mouth.

They both gulp down the wine in three large swallows, before she continues down the trail of rose buds that cuts across the light brown bedroom carpet, like a dark path of red beauty. As she reaches the end she spots the second glass of wine, with the second pretty red rose balanced across it. She bends over to pick it up saying, "Two glasses of wine and two roses. This night could be special. I guess you must really want the full treatment of my... " She pauses and smiles at him mischievously "niceness tonight honey." Then she spies the small white box resting just a few feet away next to the rug. "Oh and I see... what a present for me?" She says sweetly picking up the small white box. She

Outside, the moon began its slow dance across the sun, shadows deepening by the moment. Rosa stood behind them, serene, her beauty ethereal beneath the darkening sky. When the time came, Daphne rose, her hands steady as she poured the wine. She placed one cup before her husband, one before herself—and waited. She saw it then—a flicker in Rosa’s eyes, the faintest movement of her hand as she leaned close to the tray. It was barely visible. A whisper of powder from her sleeve to the rim of Daphne’s cup.

From that moment on, Rose and Liam vowed to navigate their lives together, sharing not only the joys and pleasures but also the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead. Rose sat in her chair, a glass of deep red wine cradled in her hand. The rich aroma filled the air, momentarily distracting her from the whirlwind of thoughts that consumed her mind. She took a small sip, savoring the smoothness of the liquid as it slid down her throat. The liquid courage, she thought to herself, willing it to embolden her.

He checked out her hand as if it had been dust, and Rose quickly withdrew it. "permit's have a drink," she said. She elegantly walked over to the table, poured two glasses of wine, and slipped a dozing tablet into his glass omitted.Rose's heart saved drumming in her ears as she carried the glass of wine. She carefully walked toward him, praying internally not to slip and fall. His chilling gaze wrecked her frame. She surpassed him the wine, and he eyed it earlier than taking it from her.Rose felt relieved when he took it. Now he just had to drink it, and the entirety could be solved.

Lina reached for the bottle of Winezero Rosso Dry that sat at the east string of the table, but before she could grab it, Dairo already picked it up, causing an accidental brush of fingers that sent a shudder across Lina’s spine. Rosealba noticed the moment, but she shook her head against it, picking her phone up immediately. “Let me,” Dairo mumbled in a deep almost tender voice. Lina’s lips pressed into a thin line. She nodded her head and took her hands away, turning to face Rosealba who was on her phone yet nothing went unnoticed by her wandering eyes. Lina cleared her throat in the air, waiting for Diaro to pour them some wine. She picked up her glass cup, stretching it to Diaro. He offe

Alexandria POV It's been 2 days since I left the Demoncrest pack. My body felt weak. May won't stop howling in my head. I haven't even left my bed. Mom and Dad keep trying to talk to me, but I just turn over and tune them out. I don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to be alone. Sometimes I wish I would've just stayed and heard Wyatt out, but at the same time, is there really a good excuse for that? I was hurt knowing that someone else was with him and possibly had his heart before he met me. He could've had a really good relationship with this she-wolf. And I probably fucked it up just by coming there. Goddess, I'm so stupid.

Rose My lips curve up into a smile as a little girl waves back at me; holding onto her flower until she steps out of my flower shop with her mother. I look around—seeing that my workers are busy attending to the customers in here, bringing them the fresh new flowers that just arrived today. I turn to look left on the counter at a picture of Elis and I; the same picture that we took four years ago. It has been long since what happened yet I still miss him every single day, no matter how.