The story of roses.

Under the light of the dinner, the rose was standing in the corner in a red dress, which was the coolest department chief in the company, and the man standing in front of her was her client for years, and she was close to her ears, whispering, and her eyes were running around the crowd, and she didn't push his hands away, the dance floor lights were darkening, the two of them were even closer, the rose fingers were twirling his sleeves, the door was empty, the door was empty, and he suddenly pulled her into the shadow, the rose was breathing, and the eyes were so soft, and the door was squeaky, and the door was moving away from him, and the skirt was sweeping through the floor, the door was moving, the door was moving, the rose story came to a critical moment.