The Lone Dove #1
Love and Trust are two very important ideals, but what happens when the moment you lose the two most important people in the world and are left with an inheritance, and a company you find you cannot trust anyone else with. That is P...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: Eternal Love Of Embers And Sparked Flame
"He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me no-" I glare at Diana as she picks the tiny white petals off of the daisy. The flower has at least fifty petals, we'll be here all day as Rosa-belle makes a flower chain, ignoring it.
"Diana, the flower has more petals than the years you'll live, if you keep going." I sigh in annoyance, adjusting measurements on a design I'm working on. Diana sighs and pokes her tongue at me.
A small lone playground sits in the background while Rosa-belle and Diana lay on the grass.
"I didn't tell him I love him too and now, he barely talks to me." Rosa-belle cries out drowning in her sorrows, with her head in her hands and a slouch in her back.
Diana sighs looking towards Rosa-belle sternly, "Which I'm surprised about. He literally stood up in front of all of us and confessed to you, Rosa-belle. What don't you like about him?" She shakes her head at Rosa-belle in internal frustration.
Rosa-belle shoves her hands into her hair, "He's incredibly sweet. When we first went out on a date, he was nothing but a gentleman, taking us out dancing. He even sung for me and then, during the trip. I just...I feel like he's moving so fast, every morning he comes over earlier than I usually wake up, greeting me and helps make breakfast. He's more than just sweet, Diana, Poppy, I just...telling someone you love them is a big step." She sighs, glancing to the sky in hopes the answer will come to her.
Diana sighs, I kind of zoned out half way through before my hearing caught the last sentence. Unless someone's lips can't physically say the words or the person does not at all feel that way, then it would be a bad idea to say it, but, I know deep down that she loves him.
Diana looks completely unsure, closing her eyes as she attempts to come up with some advice for conflicted 'Rosie' over here.
I groan out, rolling my eyes, "Rosa-belle, every time we dis-included the Royals when hanging out with just our group, you'd whine about not bringing Andrew along. You would message him non-stop if we were away. During the time at the cabin, you leaped for joy when you saw him, your saddened mood somehow turned cheerful in a matter of a few minutes. All in his presence. He gushes when you're around, he spoils you with affection as you do the same to him, he doesn't even look at other girls. One day you're sick and he loses the plot. You already love him, he even knows that, he just wants to hear you say it. Call him and make dinner plans for tonight, tell him how you really feel and for the love of all that is good, breathe in the fresh air, clear your mind and start thinking, 'do I want him in my life?' Yes? Or No?" I strictly verbalise to her what she already knows.
She blushes ferociously, inhaling, smiling and grabbing her phone, whispering a small 'thank you' to me as she walks a few metres away to make the call.
Diana glares at me with disbelief, "What the hell?"
"What?" I ask her with an annoyed tone, she crosses her arms on the grass and scrutinises me.
