Rosa Y Champagne Novels & Stories

Rosa states, she chuckles in the last sentence. “But the point is… I’m happy for both of you and I couldn’t ask more” Rosa smiles as she looking at Lena. “Congratulations Lena, you crippled the queen! Cheers!” Rosa shouts as she runs the glass of wine to us. “Cheers!” Lena and I respond as the wine glasses bump into each other and making soft noises. We literally celebrating our engagement with Rosa, she made our engagement become meaningful because she’s the only family that knows about this.

this would be a problem. Kristopher grabbed the glass of champagne from the table and held it in his hand, lost in deep thoughts. He then took a sip of it, and as the stingy taste of alcohol swirled in his mouth, down to his system, he felt relaxed. She looks like a sweet lamb from afar, but when you get close you find out she is so pure and innocent. Like red rose which never had the dust and stains, it was pure and fresh and ready to bloom. The one which never lost the glorious scent.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

Rose says grabbing my arm and pulling me out the door and to the Limo. We climb in and Rose imminently grabs shot glasses and pours 5 vodka shots. We shoot back the shots. We talk about random shit and Rose keeps handing me alcohol. "Brooke tonight any alcohol I hand you you have to drink it," Rose states. I give her a glare. "It takes you forever to get drunk so just allow me to do this," she says. "Fine," I give up. "Yay now drinks this," she says handing me a glass of champagne.

I stood there and watched—watched as Chloe put on my wedding dress. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hand covering her mouth as she sobbed quietly. "Mickey, this feels like a dream. Pinch me. Please. Am I dreaming? Am I really wearing a wedding dress... for you?" His eyes were full of affection, but he held himself back. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, laced with longing and tenderness. "Yes, you are. Rose... you're beautiful." Chloe's eyes turned red as she looked up at him, hope flickering like flame.

"I brought out the very best champagne for tonight." We followed her to the living room where she poured us all drinks. The wine was so good that we kept refilling our glasses without thinking about it. Soon, I felt pleasantly fuzzy. Rosy got all giggly and Noah, more voluble. The champagne loosened our tongues further. Noah and Rosy began to talk about really personal stuff. I paid more attention to what Rosy said. "So tell me, Valeria, about you and Dimitri," Rosy said as she poured me yet another glass of champagne. "Whenever I see you in the office, I can barely tell what you think about him."

They walked towards the bartender, and Stacy seductively relaxed her body over the bar and ordered a bottle of Lafite and a bottle of champagne. They found a seat and sat on it. "Do you feel uncomfortable?" Stacy asked. "No, why should I feel uncomfortable, I'm sexy, so they are the ones who feel uncomfortable." Rosie blinked her eyes and answered innocently. Stacy closed her eyes, nearly cussing out. Rosie has a weird thinking circuit. She shook her head. "Anyway, tell me if you feel uncomfortable," Stacy stated. "I'm certain that I might get drunk after finishing a bottle of champagne, Stacy do you want to get me drunk?" Rosie asked, her eyes turning to slits.

I witnessed how anger fumed in Esmeray's eyes in my peripheral vision. “You serve champagnes here? Rosé Dom Pérignon would be very much appreciated.” Molly gawked at Alonzo. It was her first time hearing a fine wine request from the customer. “Alonzo, that's on the upscale side. I don't think they'll be able to serve us an expensive champagne.” “What was it?” The manager popped into the VIP room. He was suddenly hands-on with everything that we might need. “Mr. Waldorf wanted Rosé Dom Pérignon. We don't serve that kind of wine here.”