The Mad Rose Menu Novels & Stories

“Just the roses.“ Rosetta answered. Her eyes rolled to the gaze of her maid bending again before returning to the bathroom. Now the door to her room is open. Anna walked in, pushing an aluminum table filled with breakfast. Meanwhile, Flora placed a small table on Rosetta’s lap. In turn, the two maids set up breakfast and put a napkin on Rosetta’s lap. As Marquess’s daughter, Rosetta quite enjoys all this service. Her mother had long since died, and Rosetta was treated as the leading Lady of the Halstead Family and heiress to the title as Marchioness. “Please enjoy,” Flora said. Rosetta pays attention to the breakfast menu. Two slices of bread with sunny-side-up eggs, three toasted sausage be

Like a dark dream. Rose petals. Deep red. Almost black in the candlelight. Scattered across the marble floor in a deliberate path. Leading from the entrance through the living room to the dining area. Like a trail of blood. Like marking territory. The dining table. Transformed. Black silk tablecloth. Crystal so fine it looked like ice. Silverware that gleamed like blades. Two settings. Intimate. Private. Perfect. And in the center—champagne. Dom Pérignon Rosé. $40,000 a bottle. Chilling in a bucket of ice carved to look like a rose. Decadent. Excessive. Exactly right.

"Rose, please. What do you want?" She smiled and pushed back her long hair. "Relax, Ashton. Can't I just give my good friend a compliment without needing something else?" "No," I insisted as I sat down across from her. "Not when it's you." Rose laughed once more and signaled to the waitress, who approached with a menu. She barely lookd at it before speaking. "I would like my steak to be medium rare and with mashed potatoes on the side. And for him." she smiled and gestured towards me.

Rose and Faith exchanged quick glances, then turned back to her. “You think everyone is like you, hungry wolf?” Faith said boldly. Rose burst into laughter. “No, she just wants to be sure if the food is ready so she can fill her big stomach. Even if she eats all the food in this palace, it will not be enough for her.” Both Rose and Faith laughed loudly together. Their laughter filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls. The other maid’s face turned dark with anger. She clenched her fists and stormed out of the kitchen, her footsteps heavy and loud.

And there were all types of flowers—red roses, white lilies, purplish-pink orchids, and pale-yellow gardenias. So beautiful. She turned her attention back to the table. Lit candles sat at the center. Plates were on both sides. One had a stack of four juicy steaks. Eggs, steak, and a tiny bowl of fruit covered the other. Maddox walked in from the kitchen, carrying two glasses of orange juice. “Good morning, Camille.” Her body hummed from his presence. “Good morning to you.. . .everything looks so amazing.” “I hope you like the flowers.”

She answered and the door opens, a stretcher was pulled in slowly with variety of foods on each tray. “Nice to have you in the house maam, I go by the name Rosa. I handle the food in the house,” The lady introduced while Camille nodded like an agama lizard “So tell me, What will you like to have for brunch? Fruit salad? Pasta? Broccoli and beef? Which? Name it,” Rosa asked. “Anything, please.” “Alright ma’am, I will serve you beef and pasta,” Rosa replied then clapped her two hands, two other ladies matched in with a table made with pure gold, the blinding glit almost blind Camille’s eyes.

She comes down three minutes later with a yellow floral gown. I try as much as I can to hide my disagreement with what she wants me to wear. I hate yellow, but I have no choice but to wear what she has provided. Denise packs up a plate of food for me and we leave the house. I manage to keep up with her speed as she walks down to the eatery. "Madam Rose does not condone late coming. She always arrives at work extremely early to ensure everything is in place. She runs a breakfast menu so it's usually busy from six-thirty to eight."

With surprising seriousness, Matteo studied the menu. “I don’t know. You decide. I’ll eat whatever you order,” Matteo said, passing the menu back into Rose’s hands. “Oh, come on,” she teased. Rose skimmed through the options, trying to pick something Matteo might like. The roast duck sounds delicious—and so does the wagyu steak. Rose had never tasted dishes with such fancy names before. She found herself completely lost, not knowing what to order. “Romilda, I actually saw a notification on your phone. From someone named Dawson,” Matteo said out of the blue. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snoop, but it popped up and…”

Michale said possessively. "Ya ya alright you won," Rose said and turn around to go to the closest but she turns around and made a run for the door. But Michale caught her and picked her up in his arm. "Hey, I am too lazy to change ok. I am hungry" Rose said folding her hands. "Yes, sure honey. I will help you change and dress up" Michale said with a smirk and took a struggling Rose to their closest. The open lodge of the cruise was prepared for the royal family lunch. When Rean and Anna came out of the room, only to find Michale and Rose coming out of their room's too.

I watch Aaron sleep for another hour before I go get ready an hour later his still sleeping so I head downstairs for breakfast Rose is waiting downstairs "Morning Young Madam" she greets me I give her a bright smile. "Good morning, Rosey" "What would Young Madam like for breakfast?" she asks "Just toast with avocado on it for me please" I tell her Rose gives a look that says no can do. "Madam that won't do... You need to eat more Young Master won't be happy if you so thin" she gives me a scolding look. I laugh, I decide to tease her. "So, he likes plump girls? Or curvaceous girls?"