Rosemary Kennedy Young Novels & Stories

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

Rosalynn’s POV. Early in the morning, I stood alone in the middle of a cemetery in San Francisco. Clutching a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, I bowed my head and gazed at the image of the man with a radiant smile etched on the tombstone. My heart tightened, and I felt my eyes burn with unshed tears. Carved into the stone were the words “Liam Carpenter,” aged 25.

The funeral that we arranged for Mrs. Kennedy had little attendance. I thought about talking to Lauren about her relatives and family friends, but she wasn’t saying anything. The day doctors informed us about the death of her mum, she stopped talking to me or anyone. Her friend Selena tried to talk to her, asked her so many questions, attempted to feed her food, and sought her attention by saying she was dating someone, but Lauren didn’t respond.

She urged smiling widely, " Come over here. Brother still needs a lot of time to finished off his breakfast." I smiled back before sitting down on the chair that she had offered. She started to speak pushing the bowls one by one towards me, " By the way, I'm Rosie Gray. Your president is my big brother. You can call me Rose or Rosie whatever you like. " I smiled wholeheartedly at her friendly manner and responded briefly, " I'm Iris Young. You can call me Iris." She grinned before intending to start another topic as we all heard the breaking news on the channel.