Just Rosalie

A Date With Elizabeth

ELIZABETH STOOD ON the porch with a bouquet of roses in her hands. Henry had gone over to Michelle's for the night, and she planned something special for Rosalie in the backyard.
When Rosalie's car pulled over in front of the house, Elizabeth's heart leaped inside of her chest. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and sucked in a deep breath. Her nervousness was making her stomach do flips, and her feet were hurting in the six inch heels that she was wearing.
"You're looking gorgeous."
Rosalie said as she stepped out of her car. The slit at the right side of her dress accentuated her long, smooth leg. Elizabeth's mouth fell open as she carefully looked over Rosalie. She'd never seen Rosalie in a dress before, or with makeup. Rosalie was breathtaking.
"You're looking amazing, Roses."
Elizabeth gave Rosalie a wink and grinned. She'd spent her free time that day stalking Rosalie's alias on Twitter and Google.
"You even know my favourite flowers."
Rosalie inhaled the fresh scent of the scented rose petals.
"It wasn't hard to pick up on. Rosalie, Roses, is your favorite color red?"
Rosalie grinned and nodded. It was quite predictable, actually.
"Are you a mind reader now?"
Elizabeth wrapped her arms around Rosalie's neck and pulled their bodies closer.
"Maybe. You like seafood, right?"
"You're really reading my mind now. I love seafood. Prawns, lobster, crab, pussy..."
"Pussy's not seafood, bunny."
"I can consider it as seafood if I want. It's just as yummy, maybe even a bit better."
Elizabeth chuckled. They'd been standing on the porch for too long, and the nosy neighbors were probably wondering when she'd taken a lover.
"You'll taste both tonight and tell me which is better. Hopefully, you make the right choice."
"Oh, I don't mind skipping the meal and heading straight to dessert, once you're on the menu."
"You're pretty much a horn dog, huh?"
Rosalie scoffed as they entered the house and headed toward the backyard.
"I guess you make me that way."
Elizabeth blushed. She hadn't dressed up for anyone in a while, and certainly had never done a romantic gesture. But Rosalie deserved something special, and the candlelight dinner that she'd set up in the backyard was the perfect fit. They'd been having lots of amazing sex, but Elizabeth was ready to show Rosalie her romantic side. It wasn't just about sex, at all.
"Let's enjoy tonight without the pressure of having sex. I want to get to know you better."
Rosalie's felt as though her heart was swelling inside of her chest. Elizabeth always knew the perfect thing to say to make Rosalie's day a whole lot better.
"If you keep on saying stuff like that, I doubt I'll make it to the end of the night with my panties on."
Elizabeth placed a kiss on Rosalie's lips before she opened the slide, glass door that led to the backyard. The pool lights were on, and the water was beautifully tumbling down from the fountain, that overlooked the pool, in illuminated colors.
"Don't start humping, bunny. Tonight's about us getting to know each other. We'll have our fun some other time."
They walked toward the table near the bar, and Elizabeth pulled out Rosalie's seat.
"Such a gentlewoman, you're really making this hard for me, babe."
"Babe, huh? I like that."
Rosalie grinned. It was the first pet name she'd called Elizabeth, and it felt just right. Elizabeth sat on the other side of the table and stretched her hands across the table. Rosalie placed her hands in Elizabeth's and a smile formed on her lips immediately.
"It's perfect isn't it? This is pretty perfect."
Rosalie looked into Elizabeth's eyes and wasn't sure what she was feeling inside of her heart. It was something different. She'd never felt her heart beat so slowly, yet fiercely in her chest before. What was the cause? What was the difference? Rosalie had been in love before. She knew that, for sure. But her feelings for Elizabeth were so much different. It was so much better, and she wasn't even in love with her yet, or was she? It was too soon to tell. They still had so many things to learn about each other. Rosalie couldn't be in love, not so soon.
"Can I ask you a question?"
Elizabeth ran the pads of her thumbs over the back of Rosalie's palms. She'd never seen someone as beautiful as Rosalie, and Rosalie was so much more than just a face. Elizabeth found it astounding how much love Rosalie had inside of her heart. Rosalie cared for Elizabeth's son when she certainly didn't have to. She took time to spend with him, and it wasn't because of Lee. It was because Rosalie was just that good of a person. Rosalie was a good woman, and Elizabeth felt guilty that she'd suffered from heartbreak, which could have been avoided. If only Elizabeth had told Rosalie sooner, maybe she wouldn't have wasted so many years on Lee. Time was a valuable thing. Elizabeth knew that, for sure.
"You can ask me anything."
A waiter came over with two glasses and a bottle of champagne. Elizabeth had hired him for the night, and after pouring their drinks, he vanished into the house again.
"Why do you have an alias name?"
Rosalie wasn't sure how to answer that question. Other than disliking unwanted attention, she didn't have any other plausible reason. Why be in the spotlight, when you can watch from the sidelines-be invisible? Rosalie loved the idea of being a mystery. She'd enticed her fans, made them curious to know the face behind the name. There was a certain thrill to be a ghost of her own fame-nothing would make her change her mind.
"I love my life just the way it is. I don't need to impress anyone or be anything that I'm not. I'm able to be me, without any repercussions of embarrassing myself. If I wear a tank top and worn out jeans, no one cares. Because I'm just Rosalie, not an artist, or an icon. I mean paparazzi mostly go after the celebs, anyway. But my mum, she's got to keep up appearances, I don't. Have you seen the articles they write about me just because I'm Kaitlyn Watson's daughter? Apparently, I'm a beauty that digs the nineties."
Elizabeth chuckled. She'd stumbled upon the article that described Rosalie to be an old-fashioned eye candy. Elizabeth saw no flaw in the way that Rosalie dressed, but seemingly, she didn't dress in the best brands that she was expected to.
"You're closet has scrunchies and headbands, huh?"
Rosalie snickered. She'd found it irritating to have strangers criticize her, and out of all things, the way she dressed? Rosalie liked simple clothing, and she looked hot regardless of brands. Just because her closet wasn't filled with the most expensive of clothing in the world, didn't mean that she didn't have fancy taste. She had a few expensive pieces, but she'd rather spend her money on things that were worth the cost, not fifty thousand dollar watches and crocodile skinned bags. She wasn't into stuff like that.
"I use my money wisely. There are much better ways to spend bulks of cash, other than material things."
"That's very true. But I am a shopaholic at heart. Have you seen my closet?"
Rosalie grinned. Yes, she definitely saw Elizabeth's closet and other things too.
"I like shopping too, babe. But I know my limits. When I was growing up, I appreciated how hard my parents worked. My mum worked for hours in her studio just to be able to leave something great behind for her children. And even my father, he didn't exist inside of our household, because he was busy tending to others."
"Firefighter?"
Rosalie shook her head. She wished that he was a firefighter, then maybe he would have been home a bit more, or been a better parent.
"Doctor. He's retired now though. At least I think so."
"Not close, huh?"
Rosalie shook her head again. They definitely weren't close, at all.
"He moved back to the States when I was eighteen. After the divorce, he kept his distance. We never got along well, and after the accident..."
Rosalie found herself going off topic and immediately stopped. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
"What accident?"
Elizabeth tightened her hold on Rosalie's eyes. She'd sensed that it was a sensitive topic and placed a kiss on the back of Rosalie's palm.
"Car accident."
Rosalie muttered as she reopened her eyes. Immediately, Elizabeth's eyes stared into hers with the utmost sincerity.
"You can tell me anything, only if you want to though. My parents died in a car crash when I was eleven. And I was in foster care until I turned eighteen and made my way out. So, there's nothing that you can't tell me that'll make me pity you."
Rosalie felt her pulse quicken. Elizabeth held so much hurt behind her beautiful eyes-hurt that Rosalie recognized, because it was the same way that she'd felt.
"My twin brother. He died nine years ago."
Elizabeth smiled weakly and looked down at their entwined hands.
"Life gets better, right?"
Rosalie slowly nodded. She'd taken a lot of time to consider her life, and the mistakes that she'd made. If it wasn't for her, Romario would have still been alive. She was the one who wanted to go out, and she was the one who couldn't get to him in time.
"I'm not sure. How did you cope?"
"It's a process. I don't think I've coped with the lost just yet, and maybe never will. They were my parents after all, and you never forget those who you share the same blood with. But we learn to find happiness again. We have to. Because what's the point in dwelling on what's no more? We'll meet them again someday, when our lives diminishes completely."
Elizabeth sank her teeth into her bottom lip and looked at Rosalie intently. Did Rosalie believe in heaven? Did she believe in God?
"Let's just hope they'll be in heaven waiting for us. I've always believed that there's a possibility that he wouldn't make it into heaven. He was an asshole, after all."
Elizabeth laughed, and so did Rosalie.
"Aren't all men?"
Rosalie shrugged.
"I'm sorry about your parents."
"And I'm sorry about your brother. I hope that someday you'll have a better relationship with your father. Time will tell."
The waiter came over with two platters-pepperoni pizza and assorted seafood.
"Thank you. I really am enjoying tonight. You're pretty great at romantic gestures."
"Beginners luck. Let's hope future ones goes this well. There's something that I want to ask you... will you be my girlfriend?"
Elizabeth bashfully smiled.
"Exclusively?"
Rosalie pretended to be considering it. But she already knew her answer.
"Of course."
"Really? I was hoping that we could at least have an open relationship."
"Uh. I don't think..."
"I'd love to be your girlfriend, exclusively."
Elizabeth grinned.
"I'd really love that too."
Rosalie felt an infectious flutter fill her chest. Elizabeth held pain similar to hers. They both lost people who meant a lot to them. Maybe, they were meant to meet, whether for a reason, a season or a lifetime, Rosalie would never regret allowing Elizabeth into her heart.