Mysterious Rose by Summer Cheng

Chapter 10 Half a Dozen Roses, gloves and a note

         A few days later, After school, Marinette goes to the park.  She sits a the foot of a tree. She works on her homework.  She gets up to leave, and finds a box with a familiar blue ribbon around it beside her.   She blushes.  She thinks, the mystery guy must have brought these here!  How does he  keep this up?  He always manages to leave her roses and sometimes a few other things without her ever seeing him.  

      Marinette unties the ribbon. She places it inside her pocket. She opens the lid to the box. She squeals!  "Wow, it is more roses!"  She exclaims.  She closes the lid back and heads on home.

     Marinette  reopens the box once in her bedroom.  She takes them all out and sees there are six purple roses!  Now, she knows she has half a dozen roses!  She is so thrilled !  She sees some tissue paper at the bottom of the box.  It appears to have mound under it.  What on earth could be there this time?   She lifts up the tissue paper and sees a pair of gloves.  The gloves are the same color as the scarf she receives last month.  She is glad.  Her old pair of gloves has finally worn out.  When she tries the gloves on, she sees they are a perfect fit!  Wow!  Whoever he is good at this!  He seems to know her size!  

    Wait, a minute!  There is one last thing in the box.  She looks at it closer.  It is a note!  Wow, this is nice it is a clue to the sender.  This is different than before as she never had much of a clue to who he actually is all the other times.  She smiles.  She thinks, who knows maybe I will figure out his identity yet.  

     Here is what the note says, Marinette, your hair is a dark blue color, and your eyes shine, sparkle like diamonds in the sun!  Your cheeks have a lovely pink hue to them!  I do hope you will take these roses and gloves as a sigh of my deep admiration, and affection towards you!  I am very fond of you!  That is to say, I love you!   

       Marinette  notices the note is not signed.  She blushes. The sender still has yet to tell her who he really is behind all the lovely flowers, and gifts.  She believes the young man must really love her to go through all this trouble. 

      Marinette's  POV:  What is with all the secrecy?   It is not as if she will be judgmental towards the guy, if it turns out she does not return his feelings.  She would let him off  as kindly as possible.  She does not think, not even for one minute that the person behind all this could be someone she knows personally, especially not her dear, Adrien, the boy of her dreams.

     Adrien's  POV:  I  laugh.  I  know by now, Marinette is sure to have found the box of  treasures I left for her.  I  suppose by know I should have told her the gifts, and roses were from me.  The only thing is I get nervous every time I try to tell her that I know the truth behind who he is!  What would I do, if she ever found out it was me all along?   I mean, I did deny it  the one time she spoke to me about it.  One thing is certain, I must be more careful from here on out, how I tease her!   How else will I keep her from suspecting me?  I still wonder, why she ignores me so much?   You think, I did something to offend her?   If so, then what?   I thought it was nice of me to offer to walk her home.  I mean this is what a gentlemen does for his lady, right?

       Adrien  is at his house.  He is in his bedroom.  He walks back and forth.  He does this some more, then he sits back down.  He wonders, what would mom say if she knew I was this much in love with my friend, Marinette?    Would she be happy for me?  What kind of advice would she give?   I miss my mother, and often wonder if she would approve of Marinette.   I can not talk to my father about it since I do not think, he would understand.  Natalie  seems to be caught up with her own troubles lately.  I can see she likes my father.  Too bad he does not seem to return her feelings.

       Marinette's  POV:  Wow, I have an anonymous sender!   As  always,  I have no answers to who he is!  I am no more closer to his name than I was when I got the first rose, the second rose, and so on.  I  admit the mystery is rather romantic.  I mean it.  It is nice to have someone who loves me!   It makes me think, he is either poor, not well known, or someone who thinks he is not good enough for me.  Who could feel like they could not measure up to me?  

      to be continued in Chapter  11  A  Close Call?