The Complicated Rose

As I was intrigued by the color of this rose,

I was also in awe with its beauty and character.

Take a good look at the below photo.

If roses has attitude, this one is a spot on bad ass.

Just look at how complicated its inner petals are. 

Unlike from other roses I have seen which only has simple twirls to the core,

like this white rose below:

As I read more about orange roses,

I have learned that it is the wild child of the rose family (told you!).

Birthed from the combination of Red and Yellow Rose

which passion, perfection and beauty collide with joy,

bubbly and always in sunny disposition.

Result - the Enthusiastic Orange Rose.

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A Short History of Orange Rose

A Short History of the Orange Rose

I am not a flower freak nor an anti but I appreciate flowers. I like them. I get elated whenever I get them. And speaking of, I received a Long Stemmed Orange Rose last night. Orange. Yes, orange. And it was seriously my first time to receive a rose on that color. I took a closer look at its petals trying to find uncolored spots or just anything that would appease my curiosity about its color origin. And, yeah it was an original Orange Rose.

Since it was my first time to receive an Orange Rose, my mind wandered on how roses with this color started. As a curios bug as I always am, I looked it up online and found out that it started in the 20th century when Rose cultivators wanted to create an Orange Rose. Basic knowledge, and taught in grade school, mixing red and yellow will give you an orange shade and that was what the cultivators did. They experimented and crossbred the red and yellow roses and voila, the birth of the Orange Rose.

The Wedding

A lane of Poinsettia at Conrad Hotel, Dubai, UAE

She was an event organizer. She was artsy. Her friends gathered at her dining, persuading her to organize a small wedding. She is done event organizing but she obliged anyway. They were her friends; close friends, she can't just say no.

The place was beautifully done. She was sitting at the corner while unfamiliar faces kept flowing in, congesting the tiny decent room. She was unconsciously watching the bunch of people in rows of benches adorned with white roses and flowing royal blue sashes and she spotted him, caught looking at her then she looked away. She took a glance back checking him out if he was still looking and yes but sweetly staring now.

The people were ready. The place was ready. The wedding officiant was ready. Everything was ready but the bride and groom. They were nowhere.

Her friends came in. One of them directly went to his direction, leading him at the back of the seats right in the middle of the arc of flowers she made for the to-be-wedded.

He was the groom. Sleek and easy on the eyes.

She was wearing a long powder blue, venus cut and empire waist of chiffon dress. Not really trying to accentuate with the motif, Royal Blue.

Her friend, Celine, put a wedding veil on her.

She was the bride.

Oh. So he's my groom, she smiled to herself.

She was going towards him but stopped halfway, "I have to call Mom and Dad! But, this isn't like a real wedding, right? Right?"