Harriet was humming like an in-love teenager after she changed her clothes into a negligee. She reached the red rose. Although her favorite was the violet rose, the red rose was still full of passion and love. But she already gave him a lavender rose which means that first love, desire, and enthusiasm. That's what she felt towards him. She sighed in a pleasurable way when they became close to each other. She also reached the spot where he kissed her.
"Can he fall in love with me?" She asked herself.
She reached for her tablet and her pen as she started writing in her diary about what happened to her. She also wrote about what she felt towards him.
My first love.
She nodded at it and turned it off. She put it away as she turned her head to the single red rose that he gave to her. She will probably have it preserved. A knock on the door made her sit up. The door opened and her mother entered.