But today, when she laid eyes on Rosemary, she realized that there was always someone out there, ready to take the crown.
Rosemary's features were like a breath of fresh air, her ethereal beauty lit up the room, and she carried an air of sophistication that was impossible to ignore, even when she tried to tone it down.
She had a kind of beauty that seemed untouched by the mundane world, both aloof and regal.
It was no wonder Romeo was smitten. She was even more stunning than her own sister, Luna.
"Hey there," Rosemary said, picking up on the thinly veiled hostility emanating from Cathy. Cathy was smiling, sure, but her eyes were laced with arrogance and disdain, as if Rosemary's presence was less than welcome.
"Rose, let's go have the feast—wait till you try my cooking!" Jennifer tugged Rosemary towards the kitchen.
Cathy tried to follow but was stopped short by Romeo's firm grip.
"Romeo." Cathy wobbled like a chick caught by the scruff.
"You got a problem with my fiancée?"
