Rosas Y Champagne Novels & Stories

"Um, sure" "What would you like? Red wine, white wine, sparkling wine, champaign - we have everything." Dmitri passed me a tall, thin flute and chose a sparkling rosè, the light pink bubbling substance filling my glass and I couldn't help but feel spoilt - I've never had sparkling wine before, let alone a sparkling rosé. I felt very fancy. I delicately placed the rim of the glass to my lips and took a small sip. "Wow! That's delicious!" "Have you never had sparkling rosè before?"

Liora I looked in the mirror, smiling at myself because I knew that my boyfriend wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me, once he sees me. The roses on my left hand were from his favourite fancy florist, red marigold because those were his favourite. In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke.

"Red roses represent passionate, true love. You use them for proposals, for confessions. When you want to say, 'I'm crazy about you,' you use red." He pointed to a cluster of purple roses in a corner that hadn't been moved yet—petals edged with a cool, dusty blue. "Purple. Those mean enchantment, royalty, love at first sight. Perfect for the 'I knew it was her the second I saw her' vibe." "Champagne roses symbolize mystery and romance. Subtle, but they grow on you." Finally, his finger landed on a single white rose in a bud vase at the end of the long table.

"I booked the entire restaurant tonight, just for you and me." Too extravagant, she thought. Catelyn could not accept such extravagant behavior from Cedrick. Cedrick smiled lightly and snapped his fingers. Immediately, several waiters rushed in and began to fill the table with bright red roses and filled the tall glass with high-end champagne. The faint refreshing fragrance of roses and the romantic candlelight dinner made Catelyn fall in love with Cedrick again. "Do you like it?" Cedrick picked up a glass of champagne and handed it to her. Catelyn took the champagne and took a big sip. "I like it, but this is too grand…"

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

This was the same guy who had tried to send her home with money because he had been concerned of her being too drunk to perform. “Please pour me a glass,” Rose quietly said and Wayne complied. “Thank you.” She picked up her glass, took a little whiff and moaned. The wine smelled exquisite; it was a bomb of fragrance in her nose. Spicy notes of blackcurrant, blackberry, vanilla and plums assaulted her nose and she took another whiff. Rose needed no persuasion to take a sip of the tempting liquid. “Hmmm,” she moaned again in appreciation of the flavor which hit her tongue.

I say. The guy sits down next to me and smiles. “I’ve got time.” He says. I smile at him then bite my lip. He’s such a gentleman. “Okay.” I say. “Well, I didn’t get the traditional red wine but instead I got a Rosé for you and two margaritas for Tanner and I.” Chelsea hands me the wine and then looks at the guy sitting next to me. “Carol, who’s your friend?” She asks. “Oh, I just met him, I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name.” I say, while looking at the guy.

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.

Finally, when Lily and Lucas reached the frontmost of the venue, the host next to them announced, "Let us all give a warm applause to our newly wedded couple, Lily and Lucas Thompson, together with their son, Aiden!" Applause filled the air before the host declared, "And now the party officially begins! And there is no better way to start this party than to taste one of the best champagnes in the world, a 1947 Louis Roederer Cristal Brut!" Gasps filled the air, especially those who knew the champagne brand, for each bottle was said to cost over seven thousand dollars! "Of course, to pair with quality champagne, how about getting a taste of an Almas Caviar, served with twenty-four karat flake

“You did all this?” Camellia grinned. “With a little help. And a lot of scented candles.” Sophie let out a breath and stepped further in, enveloped instantly in hugs, warm greetings, teasing kisses on the cheek. “You look radiant,” Tamara said. “It’s the shock,” Sophie replied with a small laugh. Camellia clapped her hands gently. “Okay, okay—glasses up, ladies!” Everyone turned as servers passed around crystal flutes filled with chilled rosé. The room settled, a hush falling as Camellia took center stage.