Part 1 – The first meet
The young woman named Triana lived along with her grandparents, resided in the rural region. Triana was born in a city, but her grandparents decided to raise her after her parents died in a car accident. She adored her grandparents and considered them to be her entire world. Her parents, who both passed away when she was two years old, never gave her the chance to experience or remember their presence.
Triana lives a way of life that is both normal and beautiful. She dwelt between rosebushes. She lived in a gorgeous setting, as we are all familiar with how rose bushes provide a scenic view and the courtesy that goes with them. Her grandparent’s have a lovely rose garden with a variety of roses, including hybrid tea, floribunda, patio roses rising to ramblers, etc. They are specialists at growing Damask roses, among other varieties. The Damask rose, which acts as the centerpiece of their garden, is well known for its rich fragrance and highly valuable oil. They give it great attention and care. Triana was taught the craft of trimming and caring for roses by her grandfather beginning in her early years. She kept a spreadsheet of all the roses she checked on a regular basis. As time passed and Triana got into her teenage years, she also had a friend named Mona in her neighborhood. They played together, shared secrets with each other, and were the same age. They had been friends since they were young. They are deeply connected, making it possible for each other to know what they need without having to talk about it.
Triana and Mona are always good friends. Whenever Mona meets Triana, she usually brings treats from her patisserie. The patisseries managed by Mona’s father produce a variety of delights, but they are best known for their fine patisseries and gourmet creperies. Every afternoon, Mona usually brings delicious soft scones. While I forgot to include Triana, she is skilled at making rose jam and rose water. Triana’s decadent blend of roses and vanilla makes the perfect jam and provides the ideal spread when spooned into pastries.
They settle down under the rose canopy in Triana’s garden. The two friends spread their indulgent blend of jam on top of the soft scones as they took their time relishing their treats. They often fix their spot under the rose canopy. The pink and white roses that were blooming above them appear more attractive when viewed from beneath the cover. Triana took care of the canopy’s upkeep on her own, and the way she pruned it made it appear as though you were sitting in a fantasy world. As teenagers, they both had hilarious teen secrets and gossips of their own. Triana was blameless in this situation, but Mona was always up to no good. Mona reminded Triana about their nearby shire collectible fair for handcrafted goods as they were chatting. These two girls frequently attend these fairs to display their goods because they find them to be engaging sites, and they participate as sellers by setting up their stalls. Highlights of these shire fairs include stalls selling porcelain, postcards, diaries, paintings, cutlery, linens, and other items, as well as a number of baristas. Triana will always showcase her rosewater and rose jam. As her product is made with rare Damaskan roses, people are drawn to her stand by the jam’s robust taste and vibrant colour. Mona, who sold their pastries and special scones, always took the nearby stall.
When the shire fair was taking place, it started to rain. At that time, the fair was deserted, so both friends were attempting to wrap everything. At that very moment, a handsome young man entered Triana’s stall and he asked her permission to stand there in order to avoid getting drenched. As no one was there around except she and the guy ,Triana watched him and got lost herself in his captivating eyes, and softly said, “You can”.She also offered a chair for him to sit in. As she was busy winding up things and carrying a bag of jam bottles that were clashing and making sounds the boy turned around to look at her. He immediately stood up and walked over to assist her. He lifted the baggage for her and placed everything in the spot where Triana was trying to put together . Triana caught a glimpse of his attire and mannerisms as he was busy stacking the bags for her.He had a very pleasing and dignified appearance that would make any girl fall for him. He also had an extremely charming smile that reminded her of someone. He was tall and handsome. Triana was admiring him when she felt a touch behind her. When she turned around, she saw Mona standing with a tray full of cookies and black tea. Mona shouted, “It’s tea time !” Triana thought why she was shouting when a new guy was standing in the stall. Triana gave the guy an odd smile as she watched him. Triana asked to him, “Would you like to join us for tea ?” It’s STILL pouring. Mona sat quietly and watched them as they interacted. Yes, I’d love to, the guy replied after taking Triana’s attention gently. Mona asked, “Do you know him ?” Triana said, “No.” Not to worry, Mona said, He is my brother Peter. Triana stared at Mona. As you are aware, I have an older brother who resided with my aunt overseas, so that’s who it is, said Mona.
Before Mona arrived, Triana was a little taken aback and felt a little ashamed of how she had been adoring Peter. Triana was imagining what Peter would have thought of her. When given the chance, Mona will readily make fun of Triana from her childhood. She is now concerned about what might happen if she is teased in front of her brother. She therefore remained calm and actually listened to Mona when she introduced her to her brother. They were able to enjoy tea and cookies while the rain also gently subsided, enhancing the beauty of the surroundings. Triana felt glad due to the pleasant atmosphere and her initial meet with Peter in her stall, both of which had been great memories in her mind.
They were given a ride back home by Peter. Mona and her brother were chatting in a jovial manner, while Triana was sitting quietly in the backseat, slowly admiring the landscape. Every now and then, Peter caught a glimpse of Triana maintaining her composure in the rearview mirror. Triana was asked, “Why are you quiet? Why don’t you say something?” Triana was ready to speak when Mona said, “Stop bothering her, Peter; she is always like that; she goes with nature, and she is enjoying the climate.” Peter gave Mona a weird stare before choosing to focus on the road. Triana was unsure whether Mona was protecting her or making fun of her. They arrived at Triana’s house after continuing their ride. At the corner of the rose garden was where Triana’s home was located. The garden path was uneven in some spots. Triana was escorted to her door by both Mona and Peter as it began to grow dark. There was only enough space for two people to walk side by side on the narrow pathway. As a result, Mona, who was quite familiar with the path, walked to the doorway first, followed by Triana and Peter.The raindrops on the rose buds enhanced the beauty of the scene as the garden lights cast a warm glow. As he walked inside the rose garden, Peter was mesmerised. One can find peace and tranquilly in a rose garden that is dimly lit, full of blossoms, and filled with their fragrance. He asked Triana, “Do you maintain all that?” and she replied, “Yes.” This made him look at Triana. Although Mona has already mentioned this rose garden, I never expected it to be so spectacular said Peter.
Peter asked I would like to view it during the day; may I come? Triana said, “Yes,” and by that time Mona had made it to the doorway by going fast. Peter asked if she could give him a rose sapling that he could grow on his balcony. Triana didn’t want to look away from Peter as the evening light captured his eyes and the way he adjusted his hair, and just as she was about to reply, she slipped and fell looking at him. Triana was dressed in a short skirt and stiletto heels, which caused her to trip and tumble when the heels caught on an unpaved pathway. Peter quickly bent down to assist her, held her hand tightly, and pulled her to stand when he noticed that her knees were scratched. He grabbed her and helped her walk to the doorway since she had to go limb.
Triana had already begun to cry due to the pain, but when she thought about Peter, who had taken hold of her, and the care he took to bring her home, her eyes began to well up with tears. Him holding her made her think of her departed parents and gave her a sense of security that she had been missing for the past 17 years, which is how she was able to control her tears from breaking out completely. Although she received excellent care from her grandparents, this experience was unique and difficult to express. When they had completed giving her first aid and were about to leave, Triana’s grandmother arrived bearing a bunch of spray roses in soft purple and white in colour and gave it to Peter with the words “Thanks.” Peter gave it a stunning look, received the bouquet, thanked her, and added, “I loved it; I love this colour.” With Triana in his sights, he spoke these words. Peter’s look seems to tell her something, and soon Peter and Mona left, saying, “See you tomorrow.”
Triana tried to fall asleep but couldn’t because she was having too many disturbing thoughts. Finally, she fell asleep because of a minor pain, and she waited curiously for the next morning. Let’s wait and see what occurs tomorrow.
To be continued………