The White Rose
Adam kept a close eye on the the rose bush. Always glaring at it, knowing it showed his fate. Hating that there was nothing he could do. And also cursing the one who had placed this on him. He'd prove the hag wrong. He didn't need anybody but himself.
Isabel was a quiet girl who always did her house duties without question. But of course she did since her two older, spoiled sisters never lifted a finger unless it was for themselves. She never complained and when she was finished she would curl under the blankets with a good book or play piano. Life was good. That is until she agrees to work for a beast of a man named Adam Richardson.
Isabel was a quiet girl who always did her house duties without question. But of course she did since her two older, spoiled sisters never lifted a finger unless it was for themselves. She never complained and when she was finished she would curl under the blankets with a good book or play piano. Life was good. That is until she agrees to work for a beast of a man named Adam Richardson.