Vowless — The Red Rose Bouquet

A month later, he held a bouquet of red roses and asked me to be his. it was only then that i found out who he truly was the heir to the provenzano family the next boss of the most powerful mafia family in new york city but by then i was already too far now i looked around the exquisite villa the crystal chandelier in the living room had

replaced the silk sheets in the bedroom were chosen by rosa because she found them softer even the candles by the entryway smelled like bluebells. Rose's favorite. I was a stranger to my own house, after all. In the restroom, I splashed cold water on my face. On the marble countertop sat a used Tom Ford lipstick. Next to it lay a delicate pearl earring. They were all

roses. I had no doubt. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Vincenzo. I replied, nothing big, just making some adjustments. Then he sent a photo. I stared at the screen, and my blood ran cold. Just last week, I went to try on my wedding dress alone.

I couldn't breathe under the intricate corset straps. I called him for help, only to hear the loud noise in the background. Ask someone else, Lillian. Rose's car broke down on the highway. I have to pick her up.

I stood there for a half hour, suffocating, under the sympathetic gaze of the designer.