A Rose For Celia
A sin of the past compromises Celia's dream date.Roses are red But fade when they’re plucked. Asses are heart-shaped And this girl’s is… It was the Valentine Celia hadn’t dared dream would happen. As she wrapped herself in red and applied crimson lip gloss, she recalled his welcome in Java Moment only two days prior. His face’s warmth had made her heart sing an aria. What contrast to its gloom one year earlier. “Sorry. It’s just bad timing.” Those words had rendered eve...
