Roses And Champagne Novels & Stories

The scent of roses filled the air, their sweet fragrance captivating her senses. The atmosphere in Sean's penthouse suite was charged with anticipation as Katie stepped inside, her eyes widening in awe at the breathtaking scene before her. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room, creating an ethereal ambiance. She took in the delicate arrangement of roses, their petals velvety and inviting. It was a tableau of romance, a space where time seemed to stand still.

As the elevator doors opened to reveal the penthouse floor, a sight of pure indulgence greeted them. A trail of deep crimson rose petals carpeted the gleaming hardwood floor, leading them down a hallway adorned with tasteful modern art inspired by Greek mythology. The scent of roses and the Mediterranean air gave a nice scent throughout the open balcony door at the end of the corridor. There, on an elegant silver tray, stood a bottle of Dom Pérignon Rosé Gold, nestled in a crystal ice bucket. The champagne's label glinted in the warm light, promising nights of celebration.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

His room is already decorated with candles and rose petals everywhere. Champagne sits in a bucket of ice, with two glasses on standby. The room’s scent alone screams romance, and then taking in the sight before me, it has my heartbeat quickening. He’s really thought of this part, and he’s made it special, even without knowing whether I’d forgive him or not.

Some of the facts I'd had no idea about. "Champagne?" I offered. She hesitated — probably remembering the last time she'd gotten drunk. "Just one flute," I said, passing it to her. She nodded, took it, and raised it. "To us." We finished our glasses and moved deeper into the garden. The sunset was breathtaking, and there were so few visitors that the enormous place was entirely ours. "Such beautiful roses," Zlata whispered, brushing her fingers gently over the delicate petals. The gazebo was draped in flowers of every colour. She stepped inside, admiring them.

From that moment on, Rose and Liam vowed to navigate their lives together, sharing not only the joys and pleasures but also the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead. Rose sat in her chair, a glass of deep red wine cradled in her hand. The rich aroma filled the air, momentarily distracting her from the whirlwind of thoughts that consumed her mind. She took a small sip, savoring the smoothness of the liquid as it slid down her throat. The liquid courage, she thought to herself, willing it to embolden her.

Rosa is so important to our family, and as much as we have included her in our life, she takes her role seriously, never once stepping out of place. Sparkling wine is poured into our crystal glasses, the bubbles popping as they rise to the surface. Softer chatter flitters down the table along with the clatter of cutlery. Caleb gives me a wink from the top of the table, and I wonder how much of this I can eat before he drops a bomb on everyone.

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.

As we wait for Jordan's car, he pulls me in close to him. This date has turned out much better than I expected. Jordan places his hand in the middle of my lower back, guiding me inside the Rolls-Royce. As soon as I see what's in store for us, I smile. A bouquet of roses sits next to two glasses of chilled Champagne on a small silver tray. "Are these meant for me?" " I inquire. Jordan smiles at me and hands me a glass of Champagne. "Of course they're for you, and there's also a card in there."

I might as well enjoy them now before my ankles and feet get too swollen. And then I damn near trip over a heavy vase in the hall. “What the hell?” I mumble to myself as I swoop down to catch the huge bouquet of flowers before they topple over and spill water all over the carpet. Roses. Interesting. Champagne-colored with pink tips and there’s at least two dozen⁠— Ah, shit. They’re from... Collins? Why the hell is Collins of all people sending me roses?