Roses for Rosalind

The quill pen makes gorgeous and elegant handwriting on the parchment, and the burning alcohol lamp makes the black tea in the teapot tumbling make a unique sound.Rosie absently took down the teapot and put it aside, the quill was dipped in ink, and continued to write something.The afterglow of dusk shone in from the window, and flowed down her brilliant blond hair, coating her whole body with a layer of light golden light.

"The weather in Verona is fine today." Rosie wrote on the letter paper, "It's just..."

"Miss? Miss!" With the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, Rosie raised her head helplessly.Almost at the same moment, the person outside the door slammed open the door after knocking twice intentionally, and the obese figure of the nanny appeared in her field of vision: "What a bad lady, so you are hiding here!"

"...I didn't hide." Rosie put down her pen, "I've always been here, and I haven't gone anywhere."

"My dearest little sheep." The nanny continued to ramble, "Although demureness is the basic requirement of a lady, it is not advisable to be bored in the room all day. You must understand..."

"Nurse." Luo Qian pretended to be unhappy, her face darkened, she raised her airs, and interrupted the nanny's troublesome nagging in a tone that could not be refuted: "What do you want from me?"

"Oh yes yes, look at my bad memory." The nanny slapped her head and finally remembered her purpose: "Madam is looking for you everywhere."

"...Mother looking for me?" The ambiguous smile on the nanny's face made her vaguely feel that something was wrong: "What's the matter?"

"I can't say that." The nanny urged her mysteriously: "Go! Go! This is a big event! You must not keep your mother waiting for too long!"

Pushed by the nurse all the way to the Baroness's room, Baroness Anderson was facing away from them, looking up slightly at the portraits of her and the Baron on the wall.Rosie swallowed, coughed lightly: "Mother," she lowered her body a little, and curtsied less formally: "Nurse said you were looking for me?"

"There is such a thing." The baroness turned around, and the happy smile on her face could not be stopped: "Nurse, you go out for a while. My daughter and I have some private topics to talk about."

"Oh yes yes, you should have a good talk, you must have a good talk." The nurse winked at her thinking she was humorous, then turned and closed the door and went out.

Rosie: ... ... I have a bad feeling.

"My baby, the jewel in my palm." The baroness smiled and motioned her to go: "Come to me quickly."

Rosie walked over obediently.

The baroness took her hand lovingly: "I still remember what happened when you were just born, everything is as clear as if it happened just yesterday. You are so petite, and your palms are tightly holding my little fingers. Let go." Her other hand gently stroked Rosie's face: "But before you know it, you have grown so big."

"Look at those beautiful green eyes, like the most precious emeralds..."

In fairness, Rosalind's body is really good.Coupled with the fact that she has been pampered for so many years, she can be called a beauty.Although it wasn't the first time she was praised like this, the previous ones were just polite words to support the scene.Now being carefully looked at by the Baroness with such gentle and eager eyes, Rosie's goose bumps almost stood up all over her body.

"Mother……"

"I can't help but wonder," the baroness smiled at her with emotion: "Whose man will be lucky enough to get your brilliant blond hair in the future?"

Rosie felt a "thump" in her heart—here she came!

"Today I want to talk to you about some secrets." The baroness coaxed softly: "Please tell your mother honestly, what do you think about marriage?"

"...I never thought about it."

"Then, from this moment on, start thinking carefully."

"I ask for your forgiveness, dear mother." Luo Qian tried to maintain a calm voice: "I don't think it's time for me to think about this issue yet."

"No, my dear, you are already 15 years old. Many daughters in Verona who are younger than you have already become happy mothers." The baroness disapproved: "When I was still you At this age, I married your father and gave birth to you." 1

She turned her head to look at the oil painting on the wall, which showed her and her husband leaning close together: "When we women have a man, we will be rich." 2

"...But mother," Rosie was still struggling with her last dying words, "Isn't Juliet's marriage settled yet?"

"No, I heard from your aunt (Lady Capulet) that at the last banquet, the young and promising Earl Paris invited Juliet to dance four dances in a row, and his eyes were closed for the rest of the time. He has been circling around her. Maybe soon, he will express his wish to your uncle (Viscount Capulet) to marry Juliet." The baroness shook the feather fan in her hand and smiled ambiguously: "Don't Ashamed to discuss this topic, my dear boy. Or do you already have your own heart?"

"No, no, no," Luo Qian pretended to be shy and lowered her head.At the moment when the bangs on the forehead blocked the expression, he transformed into a demon Rakshasa: "Without your and father's permission, how dare I fall into the net of love so easily?"

"Then now your parents have given permission." The baroness put away the feather fan in her hand, and leaned forward slightly in Rosie's direction: "A handsome and rich man is a good book. From his face, you Charming verses can be read; subtle interpretations can be felt from the corner of his eye. But even the most beautiful treasure, without a matching cover, has to be locked away in a closet ——Dear Sissy, as long as you make his cover, then everything he has will belong to you.” 3

"...Mother." Luo Qian took a deep breath, and decisively changed the subject: "Let's stop today's topic. I want to go back to my room and think about it, is that okay?"

"Cara (dear), you can't evade this question." Baroness Anderson glanced at her dissatisfied, but when she saw her precious daughter Na Na's drooping face, she couldn't help but soften her heart again: "Okay, Then I will give you a little more time. You must seriously consider it, you know?"

"……Yes."

Luo Qian bowed her knees again and silently exited the countess' room.

The nurse who had been guarding outside the Baroness's door greeted her with a connotative smile when she came out.Just as she was about to say something, Rosie who lowered her head hurriedly left her behind.She had no choice but to hold back her words again, watching Rosie hurried back to her room and closing the door forcefully.

15 years old!My sister is only 15 years old!This is my big □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ □ hands have to avoid the rhythm of the teacher, okay?When you get here, you become an old unmarried leftover woman?

Do you want to be so cheating?

Do I really have to obey my parents' arrangement and marry a man who I only met once or twice or even never met?Then for the rest of my life, I would keep giving birth to one child after another, and from then on my body became out of shape, fat and ugly.Because of this, the man changed his mind within two or three years, and took care of the third, fourth, and fifth outside.If you are lucky enough to run into a mean mother-in-law again, it would be...

Rosie, who had unknowingly made up the entire [-]-episode domestic family drama series, shuddered——fuck, this is absolutely impossible!

She paced back and forth in the room several times anxiously, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, picked up the cloak on the coat rack and pushed the door out.

"Nurse! Nurse!" She walked towards the gate and said loudly to the nurse, "Post the letter on the table for me, to the old address; I'll go out for a while, don't follow, I'll be back soon!"

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"The weather in Verona is fine today. It's just..."

But... what?The black-haired boy standing with his back against the wall silently chewed every word in the letter, thinking ecstatically.

Looking at her writing, I can't help but imagine her sitting in the study and writing.

She doesn't like overly cumbersome and gorgeous clothes, and she always dresses plainly every time she meets her. Her hair is loosely tied up with ribbons, or she just hangs loose behind her.In her letter, she mentioned the desk by the window at home. On sunny days, she loves to sit there, write and read.Just imagining her slender and graceful silhouette in the sunlight, the corners of his mouth curled up irresistibly.

In my impression, her fingers are very thin and slender, and the way she holds the pen must be very beautiful.What will her expression look like when she is fascinated by the book?Will the brows frown unconsciously?Does she nod or shake her head automatically when she sees an opinion for or against it?Does she smile when she sees something interesting?

I haven't seen you for eight years... What does Cici look like now?

The boy straightened up, walked to the desk and sat down, lit the wick of the oil lamp, and began to write a reply.

He wrote slowly, as if carefully considering the appropriateness of his every word and sentence.From time to time, he stopped to lift the parchment up to see if he was neat and beautiful.One side of his face was hidden in the shadows, while the other half was flickering under the light of the candlelight, and there was a bit of charming handsomeness like marble sculptures in a trance.

"...The weather in Verona is very good, and the weather here is not bad." Kasapa dipped his ink and wrote the last few words: "Also, wait to meet with you, and will return soon. "

☆、Chapter 11

This morning, before it was even dawn, everyone in the Montague House had woken up from their sleep.This is very unusual for the aristocrats, because usually only the servants need to get up at [-] o'clock in the morning to prepare breakfast, wipe the dishes and start the busy day.As for the aristocratic lords and wives, they only need to ring the summon bell at the bedside after sleeping comfortably, and lie in bed waiting for the servants to bring them a hearty breakfast.

However, today, both the Viscount and Madam got up early.Madame was yelling and screaming in her room.The male servants and female servants kept shuttling between upstairs and downstairs, so busy that they didn't touch the ground, it was like New Year's Eve.

"Move! Move! Make sure every candlestick is spotless!"

"Go and see how the kitchen is getting ready!"

"Oh my God! Look at this tapestry!" Abel, the old housekeeper, twisted up a corner of the tapestry in disgust: "There's so much dust on it that it could almost bury me! For God's sake, no matter who Alright, take it out and pat it clean!"

In fact, the tapestry is cleaned every day by a special person, and it is not dirty at all.But at this moment, no one had the time to criticize the old housekeeper for his faultfinding.The servants were busy polishing the vase, which was so bright that it could be seen in a mirror, and taking out the newly bought tableware.Mrs. Montague changed into her favorite set of clothes, and she was comparing several pairs of earrings in front of the mirror; the Viscount Montague looked very calm on the surface, but he would send someone out to check the "carriage" every few minutes. Have you arrived?"

"Isn't the carriage arriving in the afternoon at the earliest?" Maid A asked in a low voice.

"Shut your mouth!" Maid B also replied in a low voice: "Just do it."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, everything was ready.

Many people stood in front of the Montague mansion.The Viscount Montague stood at the front of the line, and Mrs. Montague stood behind him. She had obviously been dressed up, and behind him was the old butler with his hair combed meticulously.The male servants dressed in uniform black uniforms neatly lined up in two rows, standing silently behind the masters.

They stood there reservedly but couldn't hide their expectation, expecting the sound of Dede's hooves, and expecting the carriage with the family crest to appear in their sight in the next second.But time passed by, and the person they had been waiting for still did not come back, so they inevitably became anxious.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Montague shook the feather fan quickly and vigorously, and urged the maid beside her in a low voice: "Go and inquire quickly to see if something happened?"

The maid went away.

Just when she finally could no longer maintain her demeanor as a lady, squinted her eyes and stretched her neck to look ahead of the road, the unique sound of horseshoes stepping on the stone road finally rang in everyone's ears .Mrs. Montague's eyes lit up, and she closed her feather fan with a snap.

Almost at the same moment, a black carriage appeared at the corner of the street.The coachman raised his whip and drove the carriage straight to this side.

The carriage soon stopped at the gate of Montague's mansion, and two servants jumped out from the back of the carriage.One of them began to unload the luggage from the carriage, and some of the servants who were behind in the queue quickly went up to help him; the other bowed respectfully to the Viscount and Madame Montague, and then pulled away. door of the carriage.

A figure in a black cloak stepped down from the carriage.

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Rosie put on a cloak and slowly walked out of the church with her head down.

No matter when and where, it is not difficult to find people who gossip and talk badly.

During this time, she always liked to go to the monastery when she had nothing to do, and stayed for a whole day.Those noble ladies who have nothing to do like to donate money and materials to churches or monasteries, so as to earn a good reputation for themselves or their husband's family.After "accidentally" bumping into them a few times, the way they looked at Rosie gradually became a little bit wrong.

In this era, unmarried ladies would not easily go to the monastery, usually accompanied by married women.If an unmarried woman often goes to the monastery without being accompanied... there is only one possibility: she is willing and wants to become a nun, serve God all her life, and keep her chastity for the Lord.

I believe that soon, rumors about Miss Rosalind, the daughter of Baron Andre's family, will spread throughout the city.

If she doesn't want to be married to a man she has never met casually, this is the best way Rosie can think of at present.Anyway, she didn't really mention the matter of cultivating Taoism to the nuns and old mothers, so it's not too late to explain when she wants to marry in the future ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Rosie happily decided to take a walk in the city with her mind relieved.She went to Old Cook's flower shop and bought a handful of white calla lilies, and gave them to Hannah who opened the bakery, and got a large piece of chocolate in return.Then she went to the oldest bookstore in the city, shared chocolates with the owner, and spent a leisurely time there hugging the sleepy old cat.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, Rosie finally finished reading the book in her hand.She yawned, stretched herself, closed the book, and gently hugged the old cat on her lap to the ground.The old cat opened his eyes and glanced at her dissatisfiedly, "meowed", closed his eyes, turned his head and went back to sleep.

"Lazy cat." Rosie made a face, and mouthed silently at the old cat.

The old cat's eyes didn't open, but it raised its tail and slapped her precisely,

Rosie rubbed her wrist knowingly, put the book back where it was, and tiptoed away.

Every summer, chilled grape juice became Rosie's only solace.She would always go to the aunt who forced Kasapa to act cute back then. At first it was because of habit, and later because she got to know her well. The aunt always gave her more weight than others.She didn't even need to speak, every time the aunt saw her from a distance, she would pour a large glass full.This time was no exception, when she walked slowly from the side of the square to this side, the aunt had already made grape juice and was waiting for her to give the money with a smile.

Pure natural and pollution-free grape juice is delicious.Rosie paid the bill and took a swig of contentment.

She turned around holding the cup, almost shaking the cup and throwing it to the ground.

A young man was leaning against a tree not far in front of him, lazily watching her.Seeing Rosie turn around, he raised one corner of his lips in a half-smile, revealing a meaningful smile.His half-length black hair was casually scattered on both sides of his cheeks, blocking half of his eyes, making his gaze at her even darker and more difficult to understand—as if he was staring at his favorite prey, quietly lurking in the Among the bushes and trees await a deadly big cat.

... Romeo?

Why is he here?

Rosie forgot to move for a moment, and just stood there holding the cup stupidly, watching the other party straighten up, and walked towards her step by step in a leisurely manner.

He barely stopped when he was only a few steps away from her.At this time, the distance between them was a bit unconventional, and he was tall and slender, so the petite girl was completely shrouded in his shadow.

"I'm so jealous of the cup in your hand, my dear lady." His voice was already very magnetic, but at this time it was deliberately suppressed and soft, and it was like a whisper in a trance: "...because it is lucky to be able to taste your cup. The fragrance on the lips." He said hoarsely.

He leaned down and took one of her hands to his lips.He didn't really kiss the back of her finger, but his fiery breath gently sprayed on her naked skin intentionally or unintentionally, causing a shudder: "I didn't realize until this moment that before today, I had never seen her. A real beauty."

"Your pupils are so blue, and the angle of your eyelashes is even more wonderful." He held her hand gently but firmly, and rubbed his thumb in circles on her palm vaguely: "Romeo Montagu, Is it an honor to know your name?"

"..."

Rosie clenched the cup in her hand blankly, only one thought remained in her mind.

——Damn it, have you been molested?