She hesitated and glanced at Beauty again. Forgive me for insulting you by asking, but you look as if maybe you don t know. The woman laughed with genuine amusement. Maybe it s no wonder they grow for you after all.
Roses are for love.
There are a lot of the old wreaths from Rose Cottage around, not just over my door. They were sad, like, and it came out in thorns. Maybe it was different when the world was younger, when people and roses were younger. I ve told you there s no magic hereabouts. There are tales about why, of course.