Roses And Champagne Novels & Stories

I sink into the cushions, crossing my legs with ease, and lift my voice toward the open space. “Champagne,” I call out smoothly. “Bring the good one. And a glass.” Moments later, the bottle arrives. I watch with interest as the maid pours Dom Pérignon Rosé into a delicate crystal flute, the glass tall and slender, catching the light as the liquid settles inside. Excitement hums beneath my skin. I take the glass from the table, swirling the rosy drink slowly, watching it cling to the sides before sliding back down. Then I lift it to my lips and take a small sip, smiling into the taste as Lior’s stunned expression flashes through my mind.

Before kissing my neck. Walking over to the table, he pulled out a chair for me. I sat in it, and he handed me a single white rose. I brought it to my nose before smiling at him. “A symbol of the eternal love I have for you.” I couldn’t help but blush. “I’ll be right back.” I sat admiring the setup while he was gone. He’d gone through so much trouble. I looked up when I heard the sliding door open. “I know you don’t usually drink,” he stated, placing two champagne flutes on the table. “But we’re celebrating.”

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Rose says grabbing my arm and pulling me out the door and to the Limo. We climb in and Rose imminently grabs shot glasses and pours 5 vodka shots. We shoot back the shots. We talk about random shit and Rose keeps handing me alcohol. "Brooke tonight any alcohol I hand you you have to drink it," Rose states. I give her a glare. "It takes you forever to get drunk so just allow me to do this," she says. "Fine," I give up. "Yay now drinks this," she says handing me a glass of champagne.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

The chandeliers overhead had been polished until they shone like captured starlight, each crystal prism catching the light and scattering it into tiny rainbows across the ceiling. Near the center of the hall, a massive arrangement of white roses, orchids, and pale pink peonies stood as the focal point, placed on an elevated platform where the vows would be exchanged. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of expensive champagne already chilling in crystal buckets along the wall.

She shrugged, "It just sounds so romantic." "It does." agreed Jasper filing that one away. He could certainly do that at the manor, and the chapel was quite a dark room anyway. He would text Francis, his butler. He would know what to do about that one. "Oh, and flowers, cream roses, cream roses everywhere." She laughed. "Just cream roses, nothing else to go with them?" "Hmm, how about violet? It's such a passionate colour." She said decidedly "Cream and violet, that sounds lovely. It sounds like you," he said, putting his head close to her ear. "Calm and then just a little bit naughty."

I mused, my eyes flitting around the expanse of the car. Alex shifted towards the refrigerator, and he opened it, bringing out a bottle of champagne. “What do you think about a celebratory drink?” “Sure.” I could never say no to champagne, especially Dom Pérignon. He brought out the flutes and poured a considerable amount, passing one to me, and he raised his flute. “To Ruby, and being ever young.” Now that was a toast I liked, “to being ever young.” I said, raising my flute up for an air cling, and I drank it in a go.

Nodding with a smile, I walked out and turned to realize she had locked the door and left. Confused, I first looked at the door, then turned to see what was in front of me. On the rooftop, a small table with two chairs sat beneath a starry sky. A flickering candle softly illuminated the area, casting a warm glow. At the center of the table, a chilled bottle of champagne stood, exuding an air of celebration and romance. The simplicity of the setup enhanced the serene ambiance. “Rose?” a familiar voice called from behind, one I wasn't expecting to hear that night.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.