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I say, leaning against the counter as I watch her. She nods without looking at me. “It has to be perfect.” I glance over at Rose, who’s settling into a chair like she’s just here to watch the show. Finally, Harlow grabs a tiny bottle off the shelf and spins around, holding it up like it’s a sacred treasure. “This one!” she declares. I stare at it. “Hot pink glitter?” She beams. “It’s perfect for you!” Rose snorts behind me. “Oh yeah, that screams Rook.”

Just as she stood beside me, she whispered, “Alpha Caramel, of course.” I turned to her in disbelief. “If you wanted him, why didn’t you go for him before I came?” “Alpha Caramel is a little,” she paused, “difficult.” Why would he not be difficult when she is hovering and claiming him when he is not looking in her direction? I could not imagine this girl. She was older than me by the look of it, but I could still tell how delusional she was even at her age. Rose was beautiful. She had a good height, perfect body shape, beautiful long silky hair, and light brown phoenix eyes complemented by her thick, long lashes and well-carved eyebrows. Every man would want to have someone like her as their

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects. As she carefully rearranges the sketches to their original order, a familiar image catches her eye. Clutching the sketch in her hand, she finds herself staring at a depiction that mirrors her own visage with uncanny precision. The girl in the sketch is unmistakably her, every detail captured with eerie accuracy. Bewilderment clouds Rose's thoughts as she grapples with the inexplicable notion of someone meticulously sketching her likeness. Her fiery red locks billowing in the wind, her emerald eyes gleaming brightly even in the static medium of the sketch, the girl's heart s

I give Raven an arch look. “I swear, precious, I didn't mean to add to your fame.” I believe him. I move to look at his other piece, “Muse”. It's an elaborate, rich portrait of a red-haired girl with giant, secretive eyes and lush red curls. She is surrounded by hundreds of blue wildflowers. He must have worked nights just to achieve the level of detail in the background. He comes up to me as I'm contemplating it. “Who is she?” I ask, wondering if it's just a model or if there's more there.

" Yes. " " BTW, what's your name? " " I am named Princess. " " Wow! Such a nice Name, you indeed look like a princess. " " Why, Thank you. " " Hmmn. " " Your name often reminds me of the red rose. " " Really? Is that your favorite rose? " " Yes. " " Oh! Mine is the white roses. " " That's nice. " " Yes. " [ Rose🌹, Princess 🤴 ]

And the man standing in the pavilion, impeccably dressed in a suit, holding a vibrant rose, appeared as a prince straight out of a fairy tale. Holding a large bundle of roses and cards she had collected, Aurora felt bewildered, unclear about the situation. Heath stepped down from the pavilion, approaching her to hand over the rose. Aurora, still dazed, accepted it, looking at Heath with confusion. Heath, gazing into her eyes with a tender and affectionate tone, said, "Rory, with this rose, that makes 143 roses. Accepting my flowers means you're accepting me." "Ahh?" Aurora remained stunned, unsure of what Heath was doing.

She tugs at my hand and I chuckle. "Really? Sounds yummy! I know how much you love them." I tease as she leads me inside. She looks ready for her day already as she's wearing her favorite T-shirt that's covered in cartoon wolves and a cute and sparkly tutu with matching leggings on. The only thing that isn't perfectly in place is her hair which I comb every day. It's just our thing especially since I know how to care for our wild orange hair. "Yeah! So yummy!" Rose giggles and leads me into the kitchen. "Mommy! Daddy's back!" She cheers happily. Rose loves Hazel so much and I do have to say she's a wonderful mother to her. I'm lucky to have her as a friend and my chosen mate.

She is not wearing a lot of makeup just some mascara and dark red lipstick. Riley is wearing a tank top and skirt ensemble. It shows off her long tanned legs. She has some foundation on, mascara, and light pink lipgloss. Her heels are hot pink that does not match her outfit. Her hair is in a low bun with some strands out around her face. "You look amazing," Riley states looking me up and down. "Thanks, your outfit is interesting," I state. "Thanks," she says. "Hi I'm Rosalie but friends call me Rose," Rose greets.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''