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Kathy nodded instantly. “Very well. Thank you,” Rosalind said. The manager then glanced at Rosalind and Kathy. “Which one do you prefer? Champagne or wine?” “Champagne, please.” Rosalind wanted to try the champagne since she often served it to the customers, but had no chance yet to try it. The manager then raised her hand to get the shop staff’s attention. “Please bring champagne to the table for Miss Miller and Miss Bianchi.” The staff rushed to do what the manager asked. Rosalind and Kathy waited to see the newest collection while being served with champagne. So they sat on a cream couch, sipping the cold champagne.

"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?"

Like a dark dream. Rose petals. Deep red. Almost black in the candlelight. Scattered across the marble floor in a deliberate path. Leading from the entrance through the living room to the dining area. Like a trail of blood. Like marking territory. The dining table. Transformed. Black silk tablecloth. Crystal so fine it looked like ice. Silverware that gleamed like blades. Two settings. Intimate. Private. Perfect. And in the center—champagne. Dom Pérignon Rosé. $40,000 a bottle. Chilling in a bucket of ice carved to look like a rose. Decadent. Excessive. Exactly right.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

Nina Morrison sniffs and looks at Sunny confusingly. It is the engagement of Lucien Gray and Jasmine Harris, how could it become the proposal ceremony for her? Seeing the confusion look of Nina Morrison, Sunny knows that she doesn't understand. She points to the champagne roses and hyacinth in the hall, "Nina, do you know what the flower language of champagne roses and hyacinth are?" "What are they?" Nina Morrison doesn't know about these things.

I ask, pointing toward the paper, trying not to slur my words as I do so. Maybe I should've slowed down on the champagne. My face is already flushed, and the top of my nose feels like it's burning. But it tasted soo good. I don't normally like champagne, but this must be a special variety made by Cupid or one of the other magical...divine...whatever you want to call them beings. The champagne tasted like a marshmallow-coated strawberry dipped in chocolate, and it was so smooth it went down my throat like water. I'd already had two glasses in less than half an hour, and Miles had already poured me another. As tempted as I was to drink that glass, I set it aside on the small side table and the

Lucky Red was loud and crowded, and Rome wished he hadn’t bothered to come out at all. Even after a couple of beers, he wasn’t feeling any more relaxed. “Would you lighten up?” Mark urged him. “Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.”

I mused, my eyes flitting around the expanse of the car. Alex shifted towards the refrigerator, and he opened it, bringing out a bottle of champagne. “What do you think about a celebratory drink?” “Sure.” I could never say no to champagne, especially Dom Pérignon. He brought out the flutes and poured a considerable amount, passing one to me, and he raised his flute. “To Ruby, and being ever young.” Now that was a toast I liked, “to being ever young.” I said, raising my flute up for an air cling, and I drank it in a go.

The universe was conspiring in our favor, giving us a blessing for this new chapter of our lives. I got out of bed with a smile glued to my lips, my eyes still locked on the words written on the note. In an incredibly sweet way, Vincenzo had prepared my breakfast and left a rose beside the tray. Glancing towards the kitchen, I saw freshly brewed coffee in the coffee pot, and its enticing smell filled the air. His gesture touched me in such a deep way that I felt an overwhelming emotion in my chest, like a warm flame spreading throughout my body.

Chapter 9 Sean watched Rose deal with each shopkeep, owner and staff at all 6 of the 7 places on her little list. If he hadn’t already been bedazzled by her, he would have after today. Rose stood up to the short, elderly gentleman that owned the shop containing the food containers, cutlery and linens she had ordered. When he suggested that Sean should be the contact for the account instead of putting too much stress on a poor delicate flower such as her… Sean thought she’d box his ears for sure. He wasn’t disappointed! That “delicate flower” went up one side of him and down the other, ha! She had him asking whether he should sit or stand by the conclusion of the visit. He was so apologetic,