Rosa Y Champagne Novels & Stories

Does she not keep up with the times? She bring me in for a tight long hug and immediately I smell her sweet scent. A mix of roses and her natural scent that gives me the strangest feeling of being home. I know, weird. My body is on fire and I’m half tempted to bring her in for a passionate kiss. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Rosalie.” She pulls back and smiles happily at me. Loud club music comes on in the distance. “Oh no. That’s probably Michael and Christopher taking over the party.” She rolls her eye and takes another drag from my cigarette then hands it back and trades me for the champagne.

They were all smiling as she approached them while some of them were assisting the waiters in the garden. When Rhezi arrived at the liquor area, she indulged herself to watch the wide array of liquors displayed. It was her father's collection; from scotch, brandy, whiskey, and even her favorite drink, champagne. The woman trailed her fingertips on the drinks before she reached for the one she picked. It was Dom Perignon Rose Gold, one of the most expensive liquors.

The bartender brought three glasses out for them and filled them with the champagne they bought. “Cheers,” Rosa said, raising her glass while the others picked theirs up. “To our friendship.” Elena and Freya raised their glasses, clinking at Rosa’s. They both uttered in unison. “Cheers.” Everyone took a sip, but Elena gulped down everything at once. Freya raised her glass to her lips, but the strong smell threatened to make her puke. She hesitated for a second, pulling the glass away. Her eyes glanced at Rosa and Elena, already requesting a refill. She felt they’d be hurt if she didn’t drink more.

Alessandro said That stung But she nodded politely, the man kissed her hand. Alessandro’s jaw tensed. After the fourth introduction, Rosalie excused herself to get a drink. She needed space, time to breathe. S he made her way to the far edge of the room, near a tall plant "You look like you hate every second of this." She turned, a woman in a gold dress was sipping champagne beside her, smirking Her hair was in an elegant updo and her lipstick was sharp red

And the second we entered, his gaze lifted and then he stared at me and then over to Matteo. “Don’t say a word, just smile and nod,” he muttered. “Why is that?” I asked forcing a smile at him. Before we could approach, another familiar presence joined the visual equation and I froze when I saw her. Rosa. She didn’t walk toward us but smiled from a distance. Champagne gown clinging to her like liquid silk. Diamonds at her throat. Lips painted in soft, deceptive pink. Her smile widened when she saw Matteo. “Matteo,” she greeted warmly and her eyes barely flicked toward me.

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

It was almost a rhetorical question; he knew it too. Flora broke free from his grasp, looked at the champagne roses beside her, and gazed at Maxwell before saying in a soft and melancholic tone, "Maxwell, don't give me champagne roses anymore in the future. I don't want them..." Champagne roses represented nobility and purity, qualities belonging to an elegant woman, something she no longer had the qualifications for. A woman who snatched someone else's fiancé, and got pregnant before marriage, couldn't match the elegance of champagne roses. They were more suitable for Miss Chiyoko.

Keeping his mouth shut, he helped lower his mother into a tufted chair just as a waiter came by with a round of champagne. “Oh! Thank you,” Rosie commented, taking a flute off the silver tray. “Ma, you sure you need to be drinking that?” Rolling her eyes, she brought the crystal up to her red-painted lips and defiantly took a sip, keeping her pinky sticking out like a fancy lady. She was in her element and milking every moment. Wasn’t that what life was all about—memorable moments with the people you love? He would undoubtedly remember this moment with his mother looking radiant and

Steph said gently. “I am,” I said. She tilted her head. “Like… a counselor?” I shook my head. “Not exactly.” The silence stretched. “You know we’re here for you, right?” Rina said. I looked at both of them—these girls who knew versions of me that I no longer recognized. Who saw a Jasmine who laughed too much and tried too hard and always acted like she had a plan. That Jasmine wasn’t gone. But she was… adrift. “I know,” I whispered. “Thanks.”

But somehow she begged me to stay. "Stay till one, cause I have some VIP coming in from the port. Two girls didn't come in today. They want at least six girls in." I rose my eyebrows. "Six?" She nodded counting my money. "Yes, six. There booked two champagne Gold rooms. You girls might be in for some real money" Amber laughed behind us. "Yes, we will" I smirked leaning on the counter, and shrugged. "Well, Fine then," I said ordering some fries for myself since I was starving.