Rose And Champagne Novel Novels & Stories

I said, bowing my head a bit as I looked at the mayor. “If you really want it, then I will go on and sign your resignation letter.” He took the envelope as he brought out the letter and he signed it after a long wait, probably he was contemplating but he had no other choice. “So why don’t we celebrate the two, soon to wed couples?? Reynolds and Rosina!!” I chuckled, trying to heighten the mood. “Oh! That’s true.” Reynolds muttered as he picked up the Armand de Brignac Rose. That was a pretty expensive wine here. Who would think twice about the champagne, I guess everyone by now we know how Reynolds loves the expensive lifestyle.

The air smells amazing here like jasmine and roses. “Please sit down while the workers arrange the best collection for you.” She smiles- it’s not particularly a smile that meets her eyes, but is sharp enough to make anyone feel welcome. Barbara nods at her, before she disappears out the curtains. Barbara sits down and crosses her legs together. “I don’t like the champagne they serve here; it’s so salty and tastes horrible, thankfully I brought my own.” A woman with a straight face walks in, dropping a bottle of Blanc de noirs on the table; she walks away without even saying a word.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

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.

Carissa blushed and lowered her gaze as she poured the wine. The small, intricately carved gold cups were tied with delicate white ribbons, adding a touch of elegance. As the wine was poured, a rich rose aroma filled the air. It was indeed the perfect rose wine to drink. "This wine smells wonderful," Rafael remarked, reaching for the two cups. He handed one to his wife, feeling his heart suddenly race. Their hands intertwined as their faces drew close, nearly touching. They could almost hear each other's breath. Perhaps it was the glow of the candles, but their eyes sparkled with shared emotions.

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

CHAPTER ONE VANESSA'S POV The strong smell of food wafted up to my nostrils persistently, though I was feeling hungry, I didn't just have the appetite to eat anything. "Bon appetite." the chef clad in thickly starched white uniform said cheerily to me. I beamed him a bright smile and nodded slightly, as a dismissive gesture. My gaze wandered to the different assortment of food laid out on the table, ranging from bacon, eggs...scrambled eggs, a very thick greasy looking omelet.

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Blue, indeed. I’m impressed.” Rosalie, having finished talking to her acquaintance, steps next to me with a champagne glass in her hand. “Do you want to go and say hello?” Rosalie looks up at me while taking a sip and deposits her glass on the tray of a passing banquet server before she loops her arm into mine. “Oh, hell yes.”

And for the first time, I forget my past my present and all the voices in my head goes silent for a second as I look around the huge room. It's so beautiful, classy, and just so perfect. I look at David with my stunned face. He chuckles, seeing my face. I ignore his chuckle as I look at him carefully. " I never imagined that you're a bookworm!" He dramatically bites his tongue as if I have said something very inappropriate. " Please don't disrespect me like that, Rosalina." He says dramatically. " What do you mean?" I furrow my brows." These aren't your books?"