White Roses, White Roses

So the yellow one," I point to it in the vase. "Its means Joy, and friendship. They also mean welcome back and new beginnings "

"These ones are light pink, so they mean grace, and sweetness. But dark pink ones mean appreciation and gratitude. " I point to the blue rose in the bunch. "This one means love at first sight." she smiles at it and rubs one of the petals. She reaches into the vase and pulls out a yellow one with red tips and holds it out.

"What's this one mean?" McKenna hold the rose above her head

"That one," I pause, "Means falling in love. You can see the red on the tips? Well red, means love and beauty, so the red is not completely on this one, so it means falling in love, instead of in love." I look at the vase and smile. "I think that's almost all of them."

I reach over, and from the center of the vase pull out a white rose. The thorns on this one are still there, all over the stem. "This one is my favorite flower out of all flowers. Its pure, and symbolizes innocents, it also represents silence and Heavenly. This is the kind of rose you should be, but be careful, you are a beautiful white rose, but white can be stained easily, you cant let the other colors shine brighter than you." McKenna grins at me.

Tessa Keys can handle anything.

At least that's what she told her brother when she left he life in North Carolina to join him in Denver, Colorado. With hopes of publishing her new writings and finding a new escape, she meets attractive, intimidating tattoo artist, Mason Costa.

Mason's story is nothing new.

He is just a broken shell of his old self, but years of putting himself back together has helped him to be careful opening up to others. When he meets Tessa Keys, little sister to his friend and coworker. She is the perfect storm of witty and beautiful, like an angel. She is the opposite of him, not afraid to tell he story. After meeting her for the first time, he cant let her go, which he believe will only lead to her breaking.