I woke up the next day at noon. I couldn't sleep the whole night, because I had let my jeaolusy of Vera get a hold of me. The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became. I was at least a little bit over it when I woke up. Sleep had treated my jealousy, but had not cured it.

"Rose?" Mother's voice hooted "Rose, I need a favor." She was in the room now. "I seem to have forgotten to send your Father's lunch to work with him. Do you mind taking it to him for me?"

"Fine", I muttered reluctantly. I was so exhausted. I quickly put on a skirt and lavender shirt. After brushing my teeth and combing my hair to perfection, I headed out the door with Father's lunch. "Rose, why don't you wear something nicer?" Mother stopped me from leaving. "I'm just running over to the bank, Mother, not a party."

"But still, you should change your clothes. Go put on your white organza, and roll up your hair."

What in the world?...Why did I have to wear one of the nicest dresses I had just to give Father his lunch? Oh, I'll just let it go, I thought. Mother just wanted me to look pretty. I couldn't object. I loved that men were mesmerized by my beauty. The organza would contribute to it. I rolled up my golden locks, not letting one hair astray. I then strolled out the door, Father's lunch in hand. As I walked down the street, I felt like a goddess.

I was beautiful. Men adored me. It's been the story of my life since I was twelve. As I pushed open the doors of the bank, I happened to notice Royce coming through a door on the side. I continued towards Daddy, where he was sitting at a desk.

"Hello, Father, how are you doing?" I greeted him. "Fine, darling. I see you have my lunch."

"Yes, Mother forgot to send it with you. Here it is."

"Thank you, Rose." he said, appreciative. I smiled and turned to leave. "Oh!" I was standing face to face with Royce. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you!" he apologized, then continued with his greeting. "Hello, I beleive we have met before." he said, with a friendly grin.

"Yes we have. Now if you will excuse me, I should be leaving"

I had disappointed him with those words. I admit, it was a bit curt.

That night, there was a knock at the door. Me, along with Mother, Father, and my two younger brothers, Robert and Ralph had been listening to the evening news on the radio. I got up and went to answer the door. It was a teenage boy dressed all in brown, carrying a huge bouquet of red roses. I stared in curiosity. "Roses for--" He hesitated to read the tag. "--Miss Rosalie Hale" he finished. "Flowers for me?" I was baffled.

Who was sending me flowers?

"Who sent them?"

The boy hesitated again to read the tag. "Mr. Royce King the Second" He seemed proud that he could answer my question. "Umm...Thank you." I closed the door softly.

I was speechless. Royce really liked me! He had sent me flowers! Roses! Oh, they were beautiful, absolutley lovely.

"Mother! Father! Ralph, Robert!" I had to share the news. Mother and Father ran into the room frantically, assuming I was hurt. "Rose! Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, I'm great, I'm wonderful!" I told them excitedly. "I got roses!"

"Roses? From who?" Mother inquired with curiosity. "Royce King the Second", I said dreamily. Mother and Father grinned at each other. "I had better put these in a vase before they die." I said.

I found the most beautiful vase I had in the household, and put the roses in it. I ran to my room and put the vase on the desk in my room. They were gorgeous.