December 15, gift number 15 :

The shape and size of the gift she held in her hands easily revealed to her what she was about to find under the wrapping, not because it was a totally particular shape but because it was identical in every way to the gift she had received 10 days earlier.

Under the silver wrapping decorated with white and bottle green fir trees, she found a sumptuous white velour case that she opened without losing a second. Inside stood proudly upright, an eternal White Rose with large, complex and wide open petals.

Again, this Rose was devoid of its thorns.

She grabbed the little card that accompanied the beautiful flower and discovered the words her partner had put on it.

"There is a rose that is at the origin of all the others in the legends, and the stories: it's the white rose. Its delicate voluptuousness, its velvet-textured petals, its deep and intoxicating fragrance and above all its white color so pure and radiant that the meaning of the white rose has long inspired a profound innocence and candor.

Just like you, my Lady.

In both Greek and ancient Persian, the rose was originally a white flower, symbolizing purity, beauty and sincere love. In ancient Persia, the white rose was considered The queen of flowers, who by its incredible beauty captivated a nightingale that came to impale on its thorns, driven by an impulse of love and passion for the most beautiful flower.

You are the most beautiful flower I grow in my heart and I'm like this nightingale, irresistibly drawn by your bewitching charms.

In the past, white roses were considered the symbol of true love. So I offer you this White Rose as a witness to the pure and sincere love I feel for you.

With big open petals, just like my arms will always be for you.

Your kitty, sincerely and deeply in love with you. "

It was with a heart beating at every turn that she turned her attention to the white velvet case and its contents. Amazed and somewhat distressed by the intense and sincere words she had just read, she stared at the rose to contemplate it from all angles. Never before she had seen such a perfect Rose, she was made of an immaculate white like a snowball, and its number of petals seemed to equal infinity.

Its perfume was so powerful that, despite its preservation in glycerin, she could smell the aromas of almond and honey.

Hypnotized by the beauty and purity of the Rose, she did an internet search, and discovered that it was a White Mary Rose, a Rose with particularly refined English origins.

She spent a lost moment contemplating the treasure under her eyes, thinking of the deep and personal message that Chat Noir was willing to give her while the frenetic beats of her heart always hammered her ribcage intensely.

This Rose was right of her good resolutions and it was four minutes late and short breath that she introduced herself in the classroom where Mrs Bustier had already begun her lesson.

To be continued…


I think this one of my favorite day.

I loved researching to write it, I really wanted to bring out as much as possible all the symbolism of this White Rose to make this chapter romantic and intense.

I hope to have your views on this.

See you tomorrow for a new chapter.