Rosie White, an Art History student working to achieve her life goal of becoming a sought-after local artist. She pours her heart and soul into her art and dreams of falling in love. After Rosie lost her grandma, and with no parents in sight, she se...
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Sitting at my desk, my phone buzzes beside me, my assistants name lighting the screen. "Carlson," I answer, standing and making my way to the windows, observing the hustle below.
"Carlson, I need a confirmation if you're attending this year's charity ball?"
"Yes, I'll be attending."
"Perfect, and will you be bringing a plus-one? I need to let them know how many guests will be attending."
I glance at the bar area, my eyes finding Rosie at their own accord.
Before I can reply, my assistant continues, "I don't know if you're aware of this, but your father has requested you bring someone along with you."
Damn him. I continue watching Rosie, Elijah was right, she's a natural and has picked this up in no time. "Fine, I'll bring someone."
"Very well," She replies before disconnecting the line.
Running my hands through my hair, I continue glancing to Rosie as I type out a text on my phone.
I move to my desk, and when a knock at the door breaks through the silence a few minutes later, I clear my throat before ordering, "Come in."
Rosie smiles as she walks inside and closes the door behind her, "Someone said you wanted to see me?"
"That's correct," I mutter, moving to stand. "Take a seat," I reply, pointing towards the sofa.
I watch her as she slowly settles into the seat, balancing on the edge, she runs her hands down her thighs and starts wringing her fingers together in her lap. I settle into the sofa beside her, my thigh brushing against hers.
"Is there something wrong?" She asks, her tone anxious.
I relax back into the sofa, draping my hand up and behind her, resting it onto the top of the sofa. Her gaze flickers towards it before landing back on me. I watch the goose bumps gather on her skin, and my guess, she's not cold.
I keep my gaze trained in on her as I speak. "I have a proposition for you."
She looks startled, tipping her head to the side ever so slightly in question.
"There's a ball coming up, a charity ball and I would like you to attend with me," I reply, watching her expression closely.
"A ball?" She looks surprised but excited.
I nod but remain silent.
She remains silent herself, glancing down at the coffee table, she's clearly in deep thought.
As I go to reply, she cuts me off. "I'm not sure."
"Not sure?" I reply.
She looks back towards me, "Yes, I mean for a start, I don't have anything to wear."
