Blood Rose

°Chapter eight°

(1867 words)

Rose's POV:

The party........

After a long warm shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and went over to my walk in closet. I had already picked a dress for this day. It was blue in colour starting from a light shade at the top and gradually the shade deepened to ocean blue. It was flared and flowing from waist down with a bow at the waist. A few white stones decorated the neck. I curled my hair and left it in loose curls around my shoulder. I completed my look with a thin gold bracelet and a heart shaped pendant. 

My mom was waiting for me downstairs. My dad must have already gone to the venue. She smiled at me. "Are you ready darling?" she asked. I returned the smile and wore my heels. I was honestly a bit nervous about the party. It was not just any party I had all these years. I had turned twenty and I was supposed to meet my mate. I mean I had already met him but I hadn't had the chance to see his face properly. What if he is there at the party? The thought itself sent tingles down my spine. We soon drove to the open ground which was now decorated colourfully with different lamps, flowers, paper cuttings, etc... A big banner decorated with red and white roses read "Happy birthday Rose!!!" which was set up on the rear end of the raised platform which was also used as a stage.

I entered the gate and was soon greeted with the wonderful aroma of various kinds of food. My dad was waiting on the podium. Upon seeing me, he smiled warmly which I returned. I walked towards the audience and stood on the right side of the stairs.

“Hello everyone! Today we have gathered here to celebrate the twentieth birthday of my daughter Rose Evangeline Jones. I thank all of you for spending your precious time with us here today. I hope all of you enjoy the party", my father spoke into the mike. Everyone clapped and cheered for me. My friends who were at the farther end of the audience started to sing as loud as they could:

Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to dear Angel
Happy birthday to you..........

I thanked everyone for giving me their time and joining the party. Soon, food was served. Not sparing a minute, I ran over to the chocolate fountain and dipped in the wafers until they were completely covered in chocolate. I started munching on them two at a time. I'm pretty sure I looked like a pig with chocolate on the sides of my mouth but so we're my friends. We were trying different fruits with chocolate like plums, banana, apple, pineapple, fig, strawberry, grapes, sweet lime, etc.... Some tasted really bad but it was fun.

My dad called me over. I stopped my exploring and walked over to him. He hugged me and said, “You have grown up so soon Angel. I’m so proud of you. I hope you find your mate soon and uphold the name of our pack making it the most powerful pack in the world. I love you darling. May God bless you. Happy birthday!” His eyes were filled with tears to the brim ready to fall any moment..... those tears of happiness. I hugged him back with just as much emotion. "I promise to make you proud dad", I promised him.

My friends were still fooling around trying all kinds of food dipped in caramel and chocolate. Damon almost threw up when he ate a strawberry dipped in chocolate syrup, caramel and chilly sauce. I mean, who even does that!!!???! Ewww!!! That must have been very disgusting to swallow. What a stupid! We all raised our wine glasses and cheered causing a row of clinking noises. “To Angel and her mate” they shouted in chorus. “To me and my mate” I said and we all raised the glass to our lips. The alcohol burnt my neck as the liquid descended down my oesophagus.  I decided that one glass of Rhenish wine was more than enough for me for that night, and walked towards the food served on the table. I took a plate and filled it with all kinds of food I could find there. I kept the plate on a nearby table waiting for my friends. I was drinking orange juice when Damon came behind me and tried to scare me with a “BOOH!” I flinched a little and spit my drink on his face. His clothes were drenched through and his face wrinkled in disgust. He pouted in disappointment when we all laughed.
“That’s why you don’t scare someone when they are drinking something!” we laughed.