The White Rose #e-DartsContest2015

Chapter 1

Whoever came to this extraordinary venue was astonished but at the same time surprised by the immense glow that the eyes contemplated.

The best part was, without any doubt, the garden next to the villa facing the sea which was endlessly immense.

Originally, Villa Rufolo was in ruins but was brought to its splendor thanks to Francis Neville Reid, who decided to replace the trees in the garden with exotic plants, rare flowers and flowerbeds, according to his romantic idea.

He reached Naples in 1845 and when he was 25 years old, he married the young Sophie Caroline Gibson. After the complete restructuring of the immense villa, they lived there and enjoyed their life.

They dedicated their time to those who needed help and hosted them. Reid, however, who was extremely dedicated to botany, was not so interested in his wife's initiative. Sophie, instead, caring about others, often forgot her husband and her duties.

She was used to getting up early in the morning and having breakfast with her husband. She admired all that surrounded her. She closed her eyes and breathed the fresh, clean air looking at her husband while he was having bread and jam.

The young girl slowly stood up and went towards him and her footsteps were accompanied by the tweet of the birds. She sat on her husband's legs and her arms moved in a sweet embrace while whispering something that made him shiver with pleasure. Her lips met his.

They had everything that they could ever wish for.

"Shall we continue to have breakfast, dear."

His eyes were those of a man deeply in love and he was proud to have her by his side. He nodded and she sat down again; this was a perfect moment.

They were able to understand each other by just one glance, as if they had known each other for a whole lifetime and finally reached their happiness.

It was possible to stay in silence and to be able to understand each other's thoughts. Everything was perfect. Their love story was unique because they were different from others and there were not only words but also love gestures and glances.

Sophie was a beautiful, sweet, energetic girl. In the afternoon, the young girl was in her room taking a rest. A sweet perfume awakened her from the deep sleep and she slowly opened her eyes. In front of her, there was an enormous bouquet of perfumed, red roses and in the center there was a white one that indicated pureness.

She sat on the bed, took the bouquet in her hands and read the small note...

I will wait for you in the garden when you wake up, dear.
-Neville