The evening

After a while, Rose left the shop and dialled her driver's phone, telling him that if her father calls them, they should not assist him any further, before hanging up and sighing heavily.

Later in the evening, Rose was all ready and dressed up in a white plain dress with white high heels and a bouquet of pink tulips;

she finally took a look in the mirror and smiled; her hair was perfectly pinned and formed into a bun with a perfect shine to her black hair.

Rose's eyes were the shade of grey that captured the attention of maid, and the white, plain dress was so simple that the shine of the silk cloth was both soothing and relaxing.

Astonished by Rose's beautiful face, the maid couldn't take her gaze away from her as she walked out of the room with a light touch of make-up on her face as she walked out of the room.

Rose inquired of the maid as to whether she was missing anything else that she should bring with her to the evening party.

The maid responded with a nod of her head and complimented her on her appearance, saying that she was simply stunning, with everything appearing so pale around her white dress and her beautiful face.

Rose laughed and excused herself as she made her way to the main gate in order to attend the evening party, and the driver was waiting for her outside with the car ready to transport her to her destination.

Rose greeted the driver and directed him to drive the car to the party venue hall, which was located nearby.

After two hours of driving, Rose finally arrives at her destination and steps out of the car to greet the members of the party who have gathered to await the reveal of her own ID.

Rose is disgusted because she believes that the young brat who organised this dreadfully boring party is a complete moron.

As the welcoming member whispers that this gate is only for normal people who will be taking parts in short games organised by the secretary of the boss and not for a CEO lady.

Rose laughs and says, "If there's anyone who will respect me, it would be you guys.....well thank you and where's the damn gate for VIP's then?"

As the welcoming member whispers, that's it's ahead the second gate.

Rose inquires, a smile on her face, and the members blush as they haven't seen a beautiful girl in a long time.

Rose walks away from the gate, as her heels clatters across the marble floor as she walks.

Rose's personal secretary Jule was in a state of panic because she had not noticed that as a lovely decoration for a mid-winter party, all of the pillars of the hall were decorated with soft colours of fresh flowers.

As Rose stood out so much that the majority of the guests were staring at her in wonder.

Rose moved quietly with her secretary to greet only one person she had known since her mother's death, Mrs. Jacques, who had been Rose's mother's childhood friend.

Jacques often used to visit their house after Rose's mother got married while she was working with her husband in the same company, but after two months Mrs. Jacques stopped visiting because she was pregnant with her child boy.

And Rose's mother would always bake cookies and cook warm stews so that Mrs. Jacques would be healthy with her child boy.

Rose grew up in a home where there was no love, only discipline.

For a long time, she considered herself to be the only friend she would ever have, both in school and in college.

The whole game of life became clear to Rose as she grew older, and she realised that no one stays and will never stay.

"It's been a long time since I met you after my mother's funeral," Mrs. Jacques says clearing her throat to Rose.

In a friendly manner, Mrs. Jacques says, "I was hoping your father would come by to attend my son's throw-up party."

When Rose turned to the right, she can see what's outside the gate as she says "oh! He's busy, and the company is what I'm looking after, and I didn't expect your dumbass son to arrange an extremely intimate party I've ever been to."

Mrs. Jacques nods and says, "oh! I see what you mean, sorry to hear the little girl didn't enjoy the atmosphere; I will have to tell my child about it."

"Thank you for the conversation, and" Mrs. Jacques is excused by Rose, who bows her head.

The night gradually becomes denser, and the full moon perfectly reflected the structure and the lighting of an expensive party as the number of guests and VIPs addressing grows, and everyone continues to appear as elegant as they did before.

Rose was getting bored sitting and drinking her wine for almost an hour when one of the guests, who appeared to be the brother of the company's CEO, approached her without making eye contact.

He was dressed in a black suit with a white bow and looked just like a handful of good-looking men, with a gesture of an old man with no beard and only an expensive watch on his left hand.

Rose placed her drink on the table and began staring at the large wall across the room from her "Are you the one that my mother was talking about to my precious brother Miss?" Michel inquires.

Rose shifts her gaze away from the massive wall and back to Michel, saying "Oh, my God!! By looking at me, you can probably guess that."

Michel chuckles and introduces himself "Hello, my name is Michel, and I am currently a college student who is also assisting my brother with his company's operations. It is a pleasure to meet you."