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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." ~~~

Pink multiflora roses represented purity, while burgundy red ones symbolized the vow of unwavering love. Both types of roses embodied her longing to remain forever united with Cedric, the only person she wished to be with. Observing discreetly, the waitress quickly left to spare herself the discomfort of intruding on their intimate moment. Cedric navigated through the sea of flowers, his strides bringing him to her side. "These roses were all air-shipped from Gallia. Do you like them?" Her racing heart suddenly calmed down at his words, and Sophie looked up and met his gaze directly. "Did you really go to Gallia?"

"I brought out the very best champagne for tonight." We followed her to the living room where she poured us all drinks. The wine was so good that we kept refilling our glasses without thinking about it. Soon, I felt pleasantly fuzzy. Rosy got all giggly and Noah, more voluble. The champagne loosened our tongues further. Noah and Rosy began to talk about really personal stuff. I paid more attention to what Rosy said. "So tell me, Valeria, about you and Dimitri," Rosy said as she poured me yet another glass of champagne. "Whenever I see you in the office, I can barely tell what you think about him."

he growled possessively, his hands roaming over her body, mapping out every curve and dip. Rosemary moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes, I’m yours. Your slut, your whore. Do whatever you want with me, baby boy.” Tails’ eyes gleamed with dark promise as he reached for the champagne bottle on the bedside table. He popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid over her body, watching it cascade down her skin. “Drink up, slut,” he commanded, lapping at the champagne pooled in her navel. “You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.”

Alessandro said That stung But she nodded politely, the man kissed her hand. Alessandro’s jaw tensed. After the fourth introduction, Rosalie excused herself to get a drink. She needed space, time to breathe. S he made her way to the far edge of the room, near a tall plant "You look like you hate every second of this." She turned, a woman in a gold dress was sipping champagne beside her, smirking Her hair was in an elegant updo and her lipstick was sharp red

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

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.

His hand left my wrist and travelled down to my body and his teeth pulled softly on my bottom lip before he slammed his lips on mine, claiming my mouth again. My body shivered feverishly with pleasure, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My fingers dived into his hair and the feel of his silky hair on my tips as I massaged his scalp aggressively sent waves of pleasure pooling in the pit of my stomach. He moaned in ecstasy before tearing his wet swollen lips away from mine. "cazzo!! mi stai guidando pazzo!!" "cosa stai facendo a me rosa??" he asked staring into my eyes like they held answers.

Flowers. I stepped inside and stopped dead. “Damian…” The entire living room was filled with peonies and white orchids. Vases everywhere. A trail of petals leading to the fireplace where a bottle of champagne sat chilling. He set our bags down and looked at me with that half-smile that still made my heart stumble. “Welcome home, Mrs. Blackstone.” I laughed, shaking my head, and let him pull me in for a kiss that tasted like honey and danger. We didn’t unpack. We didn’t even take our shoes off at first. We just kissed against the glass with the skyline burning beneath us, kissed like we’d been starving even though we’d spent a week devouring each other under tropical suns.

I’m wearing a yellow sundress, with small purple flowers around the skirt that match the ones surrounding us. Did Knox create all this for me? “It’s beautiful here,” I whisper. “I wanted to take you somewhere that is just for us, just this once,” he smiles, handing me a glass of what looks like champagne. I take the glass and take a cautious sip. I’ve never had champagne before, so I’m not sure what to expect, but I’m pleasantly surprised to find that the liquid is sweet and not too fizzy.