I could not let this happen. I could not under any circumstances fall in love with Francisco. I was afraid I was. I need to focus on my own problems right now. I got my stuff from Melanie and decided to spend the day with her.
"Alright. I need a dozen yellow roses, a white vase and some parchment," I read off the list.
"I need one red rose, some quills and parchment. We can get the parchment and quills at the same place and the roses and vase we can get at the same place too. I'm glad that worked out," Melanie said.
"There's the parchment place! We can go there first, then go and get the roses," I said pulling her into the store. Melanie got her quills and we found some nice parchment. I was so relieved. So far I hadn't seen Francisco all day, and I was glad. I didn't want to deal with any emotions and have to deal with Francisco's biggest fan.
"Might I asked why you're getting a dozen roses?" Melanie asked nudging me.
"I wanted to brighten up the cell that I live in now," I said nudging her back.
"Sure you are," she giggled.
"Oh hush up. I told you, right now I have no interest for a romantic relationship. And you! Why do you need a single red rose and all of this parchment?" I asked.
"Well, I'm going to take my chances and write Sir Francisco a love letter with a single red rose attached," she sighed.
"You're wasting your time. You know, his friend has his eye on you. Maybe you should give him a shot, eh?" I said nudging her this time.
"Maybe. His friend sure is fine. He seems quiet though," she rubbed the back of her neck.
"But that just means he'll listen to you better," I smiled. Ah Cupid had his work cut out for him. I pushed my bangs out of my eyes and pulled my shoulder length hair back up in a ponytail. It was so beautiful out. We got to the flower shop and looked through the extensive selection of flowers of every fragrance.
"What color rose symbolizes innocence? Or maybe something like taking the chance?" Melanie asked popping out of the white roses.
"Well, white roses means heavenly, lavender and thorn less roses mean love at first sight, peach means like a get together sort of feeling," I said picking up a deep red rose, admiring it's beauty.
"What color should I get Curio?" she said picking up a yellow rose.
"Maybe a yellow one with a red tip. That means friendship or falling in love," I said picking one up and deeply inhaling.
"Maybe that's the right color!" She said looking up at me. "You really like him don't you?" she asked sheepishly.
"Maybe," I said stroking the petals.
"Go after him," she said. I jerked my head up. "Go after him," she said again. "You haven't been in love ever. You've locked up your emotions and let nobody in. Let him in. I won't be jealous or anything. I have someone else to go after," she said picking up a coral colored rose. I smiled. Maybe I should take my chance.
"Thanks Melanie. I will," I said. We paid for our roses and found a flat surface to write on. We got some ink and wrote our letters attaching our roses.
We stood in the square holding our roses and letter. We smiled as we knew we really needed this. Melanie with no real relationship and me with no relationship ever. We nodded and parted ways. I had this happy feeling running through my veins. I ran up to my room and wrote down another piece to my letter.
Dear Sir Francisco,
Please do me the honor of meeting me at the seventh hour in the town square tonight. I'll be waiting. I've kept something from you and would like you to finally know.
Best regards,
The white wind
P.S. Please meet me on the West most end.
I ripped my closet apart to find the perfect dress. I pulled out a white dress embellished with a complex beading pattern. It fell off the shoulders with two thin strips of fabric. I pulled my hair up and took my fan. I took the note to his door and left the rose. I returned to my room and found a delicate white mask on the ground. Perfect. A mystery admirer dressed in white. The white wind was now alive