Scarlet Carnations Novels & Stories

He tells me, moving to touch a small carnation flower. He holds it, looking at it deeply. “A red carnation flower represents admiration, and affection. It is said to be a sign of true, heartfelt affection.” And he gives it to me. I collect it from him, my face flush deeply in red. I feel touched in my heart. He is still trying to make up for his mistake. I stare at him, before hugging him suddenly, catching him off guard. The opening of the door interrupts Alex while he was about to speak. I take light steps from him and turn to the door.

Scarlet was in her dressing room, the atmosphere charged with excitement. At last, the night was here—the big show of Glass Roses and the grand red carpet event that cheered her winning return. Her stylist, Lydia, worked on her with care, every brush and fix made to turn Scarlet into an image of perfect looks. "Take a deep breath," Lydia said in a soft voice, calm while she fixed the fabric on Scarlet's dress. The dress was like a piece of art—a gold dream that made Scarlet’s smooth skin and auburn hair stand out.

But it was really difficult with everyone wearing a mask. Suddenly I felt a presence next to me and I turned my head to the right to look at the person. This girl was wearing a blood-red gown with beadings on her chest and a black lace feather mask. Scarlet! I remember how she acted when she saw that gown at the boutique. She immediately fell in love with it and also gushed about how Patrick loves the color red and how she was planning to blow his mind with it. It's also ironic how her dress matches her name.

The minister's speech, an attempt to encapsulate her impact, faded into insignificance against the vivid tapestry of memories. As I stared at the casket, a vessel carrying the remains of a profound connection, my emotions surged. The world seemed vast and unfamiliar without the one who had always stood by my side. The ache of her absence was palpable, a void impossible to fill. In the midst of my solitude, a distant voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Aunt Fernanda, her words carrying an edge of disdain, "You never really understood the sacrifices your grandmother made for you, did you?" The accusing words hit me like an unexpected blow, leaving me vulnerable amidst the sea of mourners.

Cindy kept blowing kisses, “Lisa” The sound of her name pulled her back to consciousness. “It's your wedding,why I'm I more excited than the both of you combined together,and this time you both picked the date” Riley asked, holding Scar's hand looking at her with a rare warmth. Scar forced a smile. “I'm happy,I just don't know how to express it” Scar stepped into the ward,with two guards behind her,they walked in ladened with two baskets full of fruits. Scar walked over to Cindy's bed,her eyes warm,you would swear she's different from the person who pushed her down,two storey building.

At the same time i heard the car honk. "He is here" Evelyn said and dragged me downstairs. With Amelia right behind us. Before Andrew could even ring the doorbell Evelyn opened the door. It seems like she is more excited then me. Andrew gave a smile and greeted us. "This is for you...." he gave me a bouquet of dark red carnations flowers. Dark red carnations flowers represent love and affection. Andrew just wants to show his love and affection for me. He looked magically handsome in his maroon three piece suit with black color shirt underneath.

Chapter 12: Some Brotherly Conversations: Knight’s P.O.V: I took a closer look at the bouquet of bright pink carnations in my hand and debated on the color choice I’d made. Red would’ve been too bold, too demanding, and I didn’t want Elena to feel trapped. Pink was the better choice and since the industrially bread carnations no longer have any scent in them, it was safe for Elena to keep it in her room…if it didn’t get flung at my face or the trash can, right after I handed them over.

Red Carnations were planted all over the place signifying their Sicilian pride I suppose, the Red carnation is Sicily’s National flower, which I read in one of Marcel’s books I had found luckily before we had come. A humongous fountain sat in the middle of the drive with an interesting statue of a naked man holding a bow and arrow that sat in the middle with water sprouting from the statues open mouth, looking fierce and ready to kill, it is a suitable decoration I suppose, but a bit too much for me. Marcel comes up behind pushing me to start walking to enter the house, waking me up from my gaze of admiration of the mansion. Several men come out of what looks like a side entrance, and start

They were red and shiny like jewels, reflecting the sunlight that came through the trees. Elara noticed the flowers too and recognized them. She turned to me and said, "Scarlett, look at these flowers. They're called Crimson Bloom. They can help heal wounds and injuries." I was curious and moved closer to see the beautiful Crimson Bloom. The petals were soft like velvet, and the stem had small thorns for protection. It seemed strong and alive, capturing my attention. "Tell me more, Elara," I asked with genuine interest. "How do these flowers help with healing?"

Dante knew my favourite flower and knew floriculture was my hobby, that’s why he had these attached; he realized only I would figure out the significance behind them: Yellow carnations signify disdain, white carnations signify death and Aconite, also known as wolfsbane and is incredibly poisonous - this flower signifies revenge. Disdain, death and revenge. What was Dante trying to tell me? “Isn’t it lovely, Sienna? He even knew sunflowers were your favourite!” My mother says and I try to push the fear down with a smile. “It’s beautiful,” I reply, and my mother dabs the corner of her eyes before straightening her back and pulling the veil over my face. I take the corner of my veil and tear a