Rosa Y Champagne Novels & Stories

She dared not look down—only at Matteo—trusting him completely to guide her across. At the other end, a glamorous picnic table awaited, complete with a private butler. On the table: caviar, truffles, Dom Pérignon, and champagne. Everything was over-the-top—everything Rose’s heart quietly rejected. It was simply too much for her. “Nicole sure knows how to spoil us,” Matteo said, sipping his champagne. “This is what I call a vacation. What do you think?” Rose forced an awkward smile. “Yes, it’s very nice. Like a dream.”

Ashley placed her Teacup on the table and frowned, "Romantic is so cliche and overdone but Rose White Parfum De Provence and lilies will upturn the spirits in a natural way, after all, we don't want a Prom Party." At the intrusion, the wedding designer head turned to Ashley, again and she scribbled again cutting the previous content. Juana eyes hardened, "Rose Boule De Neige has a peach hue in the core perfect contrast with the theme! As in the real meaning of love is in the air!" Svetlana was trying to zone them out but the women had vocal cords to compete mic speakers. She didn't even know white roses had types unless today when she saw the women fighting like nuts.

The air smells amazing here like jasmine and roses. “Please sit down while the workers arrange the best collection for you.” She smiles- it’s not particularly a smile that meets her eyes, but is sharp enough to make anyone feel welcome. Barbara nods at her, before she disappears out the curtains. Barbara sits down and crosses her legs together. “I don’t like the champagne they serve here; it’s so salty and tastes horrible, thankfully I brought my own.” A woman with a straight face walks in, dropping a bottle of Blanc de noirs on the table; she walks away without even saying a word.

Screw the city, I thought, I've got the best view. "Good evening. Can I interest you in a wine flight? Or perhaps some champagne to get the evening started?" a waitress asked. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and legs that went on for miles. I instantly felt distrust toward her for being so effortlessly beautiful, but I did my best to smile back. "I'd love some champagne. Dom Perignon Rose if you have it, please," Robbie said. He gave her a quick smile before looking back at me.

It was paired with black heels with red soles. "Ah right, I didn't ask you if you'd like this champagne because I'm sure you're gonna like it! It has an aroma of Bosc pear, yellow plum, has good concentration and persistence along with very good acidity. Nicely balanced, offers impressive freshness, good complexity, and very good sweet smell and it sends warmth to the body, perfect for this weather!" Blanche stops herself from saying anything, as she said, Alas would be a good pawn but she hasn't really known him, except that he intrudes in the mansion.

"This is incredible." "Dom Pérignon Rosé. One of my favorites." Alexander's eyes never left mine as he drank. I would never have tasted anything so delicious if I hadn't met Alexander. Marketing executives on my salary didn't exactly splurge on a hundred-dollar champagne. "So," I said, setting my glass down, "do you bring all your dates to secret restaurants perched on mountaintops?" Alexander's lips quirked upward. "What makes you think I bring dates here at all?"

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward

Too many people who seemed to know exactly who we were despite the masks. "Champagne?" A waiter appeared beside us, offering crystal flutes from a silver tray. "No thank you," Liliana said immediately, her arms tightening around mine. “Just one,” I said reaching for a flute despite Liliana's warning squeeze. “We need to blend in, look natural.” “Mikhail, don't..." Her warning came too late. The champagne was absolute perfection. Dom Pérignon 1996. Dry and crisp with notes of green apple and wideflower honey, with just a slight bitter aftertaste that I attributed to the expensive vintage.

Rosa is so important to our family, and as much as we have included her in our life, she takes her role seriously, never once stepping out of place. Sparkling wine is poured into our crystal glasses, the bubbles popping as they rise to the surface. Softer chatter flitters down the table along with the clatter of cutlery. Caleb gives me a wink from the top of the table, and I wonder how much of this I can eat before he drops a bomb on everyone.

“How about I treat you to dinner tonight? Steak and champagne to celebrate your win?” Kat hesitated. The idea of celebrating felt absurd, but maybe that’s exactly what she needed—one last night of normalcy before everything changed. She nodded. “Yeah, steak and champagne sounds perfect.” At least some champagne would help to drown away the reality of what's to befall her in two days from now. “Gotta go now. Nate's calling for a meeting.” Rosa said and kissed Kat's cheek. “I'll pick you up by seven!” She waved and ran off.