Floriography: Red Roses

Prologues

“Of course, the best rookie singer of the year, falls on...”.

Trace crossed her index finger with her middle finger, her eyes closed hard, and her heart was racing.

“Grace Manson! Congratulations, Grace!”

“Yes! Grace!” Trace jumped to her feet, then clapped her hands. His quiet house made the sound of clapping his hands echo, as did the sound of cheers and applause coming out of the television in front of him.

Trace's eyes were again focused on the television that showed the girl in a long indigo dress, walking up the stage gracefully. Her face looks similar—even identical— with Trace and her famous smile expands proudly. Trace sat back down as her twin sister began to bring her lips closer to the loudspeaker.

“Thank you to everyone who has supported me. Mama, and Papa who I'm sure of being

the biggest buyer of my album, also Tracy who is probably busy writing her third novel series. And unforgettable also all the fans who want to come and support me today, I am nothing without you guys.” 

Gracy waved her hand, then went back down the stage carefully. A sparkling cup is now in

decapan. Trace smiled widely, then sat back down. All that became Grace's happiness would always be Trace's happiness as well. No matter how far apart they are, Gracy and Tracy are from the same egg, it won't be hard for them to feel what each other is feeling.

Tracy turned off her television after believing Grace's face would not be shown again, then returned to her room. Bubble, his little brown pom still curled up there, asleep. The air is a bit warm. Bubbles always fall asleep in warm air, and then become hyperactive when the air cools. But what can Trace do without Bubble? The apartment is indeed very small, but without friends Trace can be a lump of meat is not

movin' in.

Trace's hands, ready on his laptop, tried to remember everything he wanted to write. Grace's brief impressions made her forget her own concept of the story a little. Trace was still in the air, but after a few typed sentences, he sank further into the story and then his finger would just dance.

He nodded after reading the last sentence and started typing:

And this is where my story begins.

Tracy Manson is the twin sister of Gracy Manson. Yeah, Gracy, that up-and-coming singer and top model. But no one thought that Tracy— who has a beautiful face Gracy who is said to have been named the most beautiful model in the universe under the age of 25— absolutely does not have the nature of soft and graceful like her brother. Gracy was standing on the runway, while Tracy was sitting behind her computer. Although Tracy's slender face and body had graced some famous magazine covers, Tracy felt that appearing in public was too tiring.

Tracy Manson had just graduated from college, and now the girl was on the lookout for work. Although her father, who had a successful showroom and workshop, had a small restaurant, and Gracy, who was successful, sent money to Tracy, but he cannot be taken care of as a child by his family forever. Trace must also be able to support herself. Her mother had offered a job as a barista at her friend's restaurant, but Trace's only desire was to write, cooking was just her hobby.

The new romance novel series has been awaited with high expectations by its loyal readers. A love literature novel that tells about a pair of lovers who can not be together just because of a girl who is the best friend of the main character also fell on the same man as him. Trace initially laughed amusedly at the idea. That's a story that's already on the market. But after he thought how marketable the story was, Trace chose it to make the theme of the market a unique story that is different from other romances. But unfortunately his brain does not always dance as fast as his fingers. When that happens, Tracy always has one person who can give her enlightenment.

“Tracy!”

The bright brown-haired girl raised her head which initially looked down at the laptop screen when she heard her name called, then not long ago her smile expanded, a charming smile that only the Manson twins had. While the other girl, with jet black short hair, walked slowly from the entrance of the coffee shop towards Trace who was alone with her laptop. Trace spontaneously regained consciousness with her surroundings, and it was as if her five senses had just returned to running. The aroma of coffee beans again seeps into the smell. That scent was what always made Tracy able to concentrate on her writing.

The black haired girl put her handbag on the table, then sat on the sofa facing Tracy.

“You're from what time you're sitting here?” From a single listen, everyone must know that this girl is not an ordinary person. At least from his style of dress that is quite eccentric and splashy to the size of ordinary cafe visitors.

“So.” Violetta said as she sat back down with a plate containing a piece of pie and a cup of coffee in the other hand. “What do you want me to help today?”

Trace stopped typing, then propped up her chin. He looked at his laptop screen for a while longer before finally staring at Violetta who was patiently waiting for Trace's reply while filling her stomach.

“I... You know me, Vi, I've never dated. I can't really describe the mood when Troy was dating Henney. Of course I know the things that lovers do when they are both, the world feels like both, everything feels good blablabla and so on. But I so can not with detail describe their feelings each.” Trace sighed, then took the cup containing her hot Green Tea Latte, then took a sip of it slightly.

Violetta laughed, then leaned her body.“ That kind of feeling, you have to experience yourself. You can't ask me to describe.” The girl leaned back after a small laugh. “You know, you have the perfect face and posture. It should be an extra point that is very much for you to hook a man.”

Trace grunting.

“It's not about looks, Vi, it's about feelings. If anyone comes near me, it's just because I have Grace's face, that's it.” Trace leaned back, folding her hands with an annoyed face.

“Oh, speaking of your twin, he mentioned your work on television last night right?”

Trace was silent for a moment, then nodded. “What's the matter?”

“Some of my readers are looking forward to your novel. Waiting here is as enthusiastic. Not only my readers, but some of my old school friends, they came in contact with me just to ask when you released the series.”

“Contact You? For what?”

“You...” Violetta paused for a moment to laugh in a mocking tone. “You're like living under a rock, Trace. You and I wrote a novel together last year, remember? They found out that we were some kind of novelist's best friend and that the novel became a best-selling novel and entered the New York Times. Time you don't know? Even the front page of the newspaper's title is clearly stated: ‘Assistant Designer Jesca, Violetta Nakajima and Twin Brother Gracy Manson, Tracy Manson, Created an Amazing Novel.’” Violetta waved both her hands in the air.

“Really? They write it like that? Creating an amazing novel?” Tracy grinned disgusted.

Violetta nodded her spirit with a wide smile. Tracy exploded laughing.

“Yeah, the title is really unthinkable? You already have your own studio!”

Violetta nodded with a bitter smile, and stirred up her Caramel latten. “Yes, you are right. I was always Jesca's assistant, and you were always Gracy Manson's twin sister.”

Tracy smiled bitterly. “We are just a writer. I mean, everybody likes to know all kinds of stories they don't. But it seems that entertainers like Grace are the ones people prefer.” Tracy shrugged her shoulders at a glance. “I don't blame them. I mean I know Grace is beautiful and graceful, and charming, and. uh.. perfect.” Tracy rolled her shoulders once more, before returning to sip her drink. Violetta grunts.

“Come on, Trace, it's not that bad. Besides how many model offers have you declined? You can be as big as Grace if you want.”

Tracy shook her head, even before Violetta's sentence was finished.

“No, no. It was the same with my nightmares. Tell me that you haven't forgotten what I told you.”

Violetta just pressed her shoulders. “Yes, we met here not to argue about your sister, or about Jesca. Where, show me your script.”