Rose And Champagne Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

“But I need to practice my descriptions!” “What?” Nate asked. “Descriptions for my books,” Rose took a bite of her cheese sandwich.`Kam and I rolled our eyes at the same time. “Rose, I swear those books you read are just porn with a plot,” Kam grumbled. I couldn’t help but grin. He’s not wrong. From what Rose has told me, her web books are filled to the brim with sex, sex, and more sex. “Stuff like, ‘The orgasm was so intense, I felt the ground rumble,’ right?” Nate said as he rolled his eyes. “Shit like that is in my ma’s paperback romances.”

“You look like you’re about to call the bartender over to taste it for you.” “Wouldn’t be the worst idea,” I muttered. Still, I lifted the flute to my lips and took a sip. The champagne was crisp, cold, and a little too smooth. He watched me over the rim of his own glass. “Dom Pérignon Rosé Gold. Aged fifty years. Only six bottles in the world. This one cost more than your home.” “Rude assumption,” I said, swirling my glass. “I could live in a penthouse.”

It looked beautiful but somehow it also showed more cleavage much to my liking. Diana had already applied her makeup when I was trying the dresses so we were almost ready now. “A glass of champagne before we go?” “Please.” She murmur far too quickly. She is nervous, which was completely normal. I handed her a champagne flute. “You look lovely, Diana. Cheers.” I raised my glass and she clinks it with mine. “You too.” The champagne was a pale rose colour. It tastes deliciously crisp and light and for some reason I remembered the drink I had on my date with Reed. That was the best drink I had ever tasted.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

he noted as we both sat down and he popped open the bottle of champagne. He filled both of our glasses before he handed me my glass. He then reached for a rose besides me from the vase, handed it to me and I accepted it with a shy smile. "Let's make a toast," he said and he nodded encouragingly at me. I paused, thinking, "to...many more roses," I whispered out as I held the rose close to my nose and took in its beautiful scent and he nodded. "To many more roses." ~~~

From that moment on, Rose and Liam vowed to navigate their lives together, sharing not only the joys and pleasures but also the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead. Rose sat in her chair, a glass of deep red wine cradled in her hand. The rich aroma filled the air, momentarily distracting her from the whirlwind of thoughts that consumed her mind. She took a small sip, savoring the smoothness of the liquid as it slid down her throat. The liquid courage, she thought to herself, willing it to embolden her.

As the years went by, his love became deeper and more touching. He whispered, "Champagne roses are perfect for you." Savannah was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say. She had no idea Sevin would be so obsessed with her. Sevin sighed. "Besides, champagne roses symbolize that you are the only one I love. When I was young, it seemed ridiculous to say it. But it has been so many years, and I'm old now. Am I qualified to say it?" Savannah opened her mouth slightly and was speechless in surprise.

He said "would you like a glass of champagne?" "Sure! Why not, let's ride out this Cinderella fantasy. Got any glass slippers in here?" She couldn't help herself. "Not exactly. How about some books instead?" Rhys replied as the limo stopped and parked. The driver opened the door and they stepped out onto the sidewalk right in front of Frank's bookshop. "It's past their closing time, Rhys. Great idea, though." Pearl said. "Ah yes, but I get celebrity hours, you forget." And he opened the door for her. There were only a few lights on inside. The smell of old books was mixed with the smell of flowers. And food. She looked down the main aisle and there was a path of roses leading to the back poe

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.