Roses And Champagne Caesar Novels & Stories

“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.

I didn't know when they all got to where I was standing. "Dude!" Natt breathed out, checking the gift. "I would fucking kill to have a committed fan like yours." Right. Since they didn't even know what this meant, they would think it was an heartfelt gesture from a die hard fan. If only they knew just where in the pit of hell the gift was coming from. "Oww! Seventeen roses, a chocolate pack, rose candle and a freaking velvet cake!" Maria counted the items for everyone to hear. "How long has it been since he's been getting this package?" Someone asked, I couldn't even tell who that was because I was beginning to zone out again.

Only those many years had saved him from death. “I brought... the roses... sir...” he said fearfully, and it only took one glare to understand that he had to leave them on the table and get the hell out. I watched them for a long time. Red as blood and perfumed like the scent of a lusty woman. That was when I took out the lighter and lit one of them, watching it burn to ashes, dying before my eyes. I was so damn pleased to see its petals burn and fall off the bulb. Then I lit another one, and the feeling was even more exhilarating. Like I had the power of life and death.

We walk past tables lined with cards and dice, velvet cloths, and servers in crisp white shirts carrying trays of champagne. The place smells expensive, that mix of perfume, cash, and something darker beneath. A man with slicked hair and too many rings nods at us, his gaze lingering on me a moment too long. I force a smile that feels like paper. Rosie leans close and whispers, “You’re fine. Just breathe.” I reach for a glass of champagne from a passing tray, my fingers trembling slightly. The bubbles rise in the golden light like tiny lies, elegant and empty. I pretend to sip, even though my stomach is already twisting.

Because of his damned pride, he denied that he loved me and kept planning with those friends to toy with me. "They said my taste was bad... I was just confused for a while..." "Confused for a while?" I laughed coldly. "You watched me sell my grandmother's house for you and empty the wedding fund my mother left me. "You let those men trample my cat to death." I spread my hands, covered in wounds from rose thorns. "You even made me wrap nine hundred ninety-nine roses for Anne Chase, watching my hands get pierced by thorns because I needed the money. "Lucas, tell me. Was that also because you were confused for a while?"

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.

Chelsea bragged in a high-pitched tone. Everyone chuckled. A waitress walked over. “Hey, what can I get you?” “Two bottles of champagne?” Shelby suggested. “Ace of Spades?” Chelsea suggested. “Nah, I don’t like that champagne. What about some Dom?” Hector asked. “That’s not my favorite,” Chelsea said with her nose turned up. “Cristal is usually good for a big group,” Teresa said. “Sounds good to me,” Catherine said. “Two bottles of Cristal,” Cameron said to the waitress.

“You see, Rose? All of these walls are made of real marble. So, whenever you host an event, make sure you allow only drinks like champagne and cognac to be served. No dark drinks, like red wine, which could cause stains if an accident happens… And, Andrea… Don't think I don't see you with that thing in your hand!” Adele, who until then Andy thought was distracted enough teaching Rose how to be the new Mrs. Vamcap during her own engagement party, snapped, making Andy hide her cell phone behind her dress skirt, on impulse “Frankly, you’re in the middle of your brother’s engagement. Can’t you leave that thing aside for just a minute?”

Dill and Constance stood by her sides. Rosa giggled, watching Alexander push the cake closer to her. It was a two-tier round, red velvet cake with silky buttercream filling. There were some pink frostings and had delicate looking sugar flowers, roses of course, cascading down one side. And then the final touch was a cake topper that read ‘Hot and Twenty - Four.’ Rosa beamed, staring at it. Hot and twenty - four, she liked that. Alexander then raised a champagne glass, making a toast, “To Rosa, to the woman who lights up every room she walks into, and every corner of my heart,” Rosa blushed.

But people who randomly came in , I never really got the nerves to talk to them in a better way. "Rose, that's a nice name" I nodded, "How do you like it here?" I lick my lip resting my hands on the countertop. "It's good," I said. "Oh, I am happy you like it. We might do some remodeling, In a month or so-" His eyes turned to something behind me. As he stood up and stared. I frown look back and suddenly Kaden was behind me. Too close. I could feel his chest pressed lightly on my back.