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"Would you really that?" "I-I would." "What if I'd die?" "I wouldn't care." "You wouldn't, would you?" "Not at all." "But, my Love, if I'd die," he whispered softly, trailing his finger down her cheek, "who would make you blush this way?" "I-I'm not blushing," Ahankara tried to say confidently, but ended up stuttering, her voice hardly above a whisper. "I can see that," Yashvir smirked. He then leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead, whilst she froze completely, her eyes fluttering shut. "Good night, my beautiful Rose."

"I'm not saying you have to use my suggestion, but at least think about it. Okay?" Giving a brief nod, Esper smiled. She was lucky to be blessed with such great friends. "I'll think about it. And if I decide to follow through, I will alert you with 'Code Rose.' Is that fair?" "Plenty fair." Saffron stood up and walked over to Esper's mini-fridge and pulled out three dark green glass bottles. "Now enough of this pity party. It's time to cut loose without any boys around." Appreciating the shift from the conversation, Esper excitedly stood up and skipped over to her stereo. She scrolled through her iPod and selected her 'party' playlist. Upbeat music blasted through the speakers, uplifting the

Lucky Red was loud and crowded, and Rome wished he hadn’t bothered to come out at all. Even after a couple of beers, he wasn’t feeling any more relaxed. “Would you lighten up?” Mark urged him. “Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.”

I give excuse that I ate a lot earlier that is why. Rudra says he will join me in few minutes as he has to discuss some things with Kamal Ji. I tell him to come soon as I have yet to give him his gift yet. He looks at me with hunger as I walk away and I look back at him. When I reach our room my heart is ready to explode at things I am going to do. I try to control my nervousness and go downstairs. I snuff out some of the candles but not much as I still want to see around. I spread some rose petals which I collected myself around the room and on the bed. I also spray some light perfume around the room and on me.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Room service would send her up the champagne and she would run the bath. Axel wouldn't stay away for long. Not when Rosa knew that he had already beaten Allen and there was no hope of him ever getting his grubby hands on the business. Not only that but she had also intrigued Axel.

CHAPTER ONE VANESSA'S POV The strong smell of food wafted up to my nostrils persistently, though I was feeling hungry, I didn't just have the appetite to eat anything. "Bon appetite." the chef clad in thickly starched white uniform said cheerily to me. I beamed him a bright smile and nodded slightly, as a dismissive gesture. My gaze wandered to the different assortment of food laid out on the table, ranging from bacon, eggs...scrambled eggs, a very thick greasy looking omelet.

He pressed down harder. "Speak!" His voice cut like ice. "You have three seconds. Or you can forget about ever talking again." He signaled for someone to bring over a bottle of sulfuric acid. As the man tilted it forward, poised to pour, Chloe shrieked, terrified. "I read her diary!" she blurted out. Mickey raised a hand. The man holding the bottle stepped back. Tears streamed down Chloe's face as she sobbed, "I read her diary… she wrote about the orphanage, about everything. That night, you were drunk… you called out 'Rose' in your sleep."

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.