Novel & Cerita Vintage Romance

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.

Then I Reached for the bottle and turned in more. "He's right Ryan. Shouldn't you be drilling her by now? Isn't that what married couples do?" Bonnie asked, Making the rest of them laugh. "Mind you, Mason; she might be a high school lady, but the goodnews is - she's still a virgin" Mira said. "Yeah. You're right. And I must say virgins are the Best" Davis said and busted into laughter with the rest. "Maybe you should get one for yourself" I said and grabbed the half bottle of wine from the table and stood up.

But what surprised him is, he expected to see his ex-wife as Victor signalled him about her but… The shock only lasted for a second on his face before he rolled his eyes at the intruders and resumed his work. They’re in their sixties yet they dressed like newlyweds. Can they atleast respect their age? Zita and Dante aren’t offended by Nicholas’s attitude and made their towards the desk before sitting opposite him. ********* Author’s note : Hello cuties, Why do you think the Romano’s are back? Please share your thoughts in comment section and wait for the updates. Please try to rate the book and write a review. Love you all…..

The scent of roasted rosemary and the rich, heavy notes of the vintage Bordeaux filled the space between us. I watched her take a delicate sip of her wine. The soft, golden candlelight caught the elegant curve of her neck and the dark depths of her eyes. She looked breathtaking, but it wasn't just her physical beauty that had my blood humming with an intoxicating high; it was the staggering magnitude of what she had done for me that day.

There were racks of clothes. My father was standing by the window, talking into a phone. He looked at me and pointed to a chair. "Sit. We don't have much time." I sat. A woman with a headset walked over to me. "I'm Abby from the PR team. We need to move fast. The morning news cycle starts in six hours. We need the “Proof of Romance” package ready by then." "Proof of romance?" I asked. My voice felt dry. "Chloe is in the dressing room," Abby said, ignoring my question. "She’s ready. We’re going to do three sets of photos. One casual, one semi formal, and one official.”

I selected a bottle of wine. I showed it to Marie. “What about this one?” She looked at the label and gasped. “That’s a collector’s edition of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti! It’s the 1945 vintage. It’s very rare and can sell for close to 500 000 euros under auction,” she exclaimed. “We can’t drink this!” “Why not? It’s old but it probably still tastes good,” I said lightheartedly. “After all, my father’s not going to miss it, is he?”

I bit my lower lip there. "Are we close?" I open up to stray the topic. He look at me. He smiled at me. It is just a glimpse of his smile, but he immediately remove his gaze on me. I let that go. But why does I felt there's more than that stare. I sighed there. The vintage strokes of Villa Alca's name somehow felt nostalgic to me. The trees filled my eyes. I slowly rolled my eyes there. There's too many tree, and it seems like the theme of this city is full of vintage.

Even Whitfield had made an appearance, formally retired from the board now but unwilling to miss what he'd apparently begun referring to, with visible affection, as the year's most improbable corporate turnaround story. Vivienne walked down the aisle on her father's arm, past faces that had earned their place through eleven months of proof rather than mere obligation, and found Roman waiting exactly where he'd promised to be, his expression open and unguarded in a way she'd once believed him constitutionally incapable of showing in public. "You look exactly like the girl I married twelve years ago," Roman murmured as she reached him, "and somehow entirely different at the same time." "That's

Rosette flicked her braided wine-red hair to her back then said, “I suppose Romaine didn’t tell you that I will be visiting, eh?” Rozelyn nodded, still processing the fact that this woman—who happens to be Vesta’s cousin and vampire—just gave her champagne minutes ago. Rosette put her elbows by the ledge of the ivory veranda and moved her body towards the western horizon; to where Rozelyn was still seeing the couple earlier now fucking by the curtainless window. Silence shrouded between the two. It was Rosette who broke the deafening quietude. “Would you like to hear a story?”