The Rosewood Affair, strictly for the grown and the classy. The place where gentlemen with broad shoulders nicely fitted into suave suits, hold out their arms for a dashingly confident women to link hers with his as they walk with the strongest of strides into the lights.
Prepare for a grand celebration which I would imagine will be something like this:
The soft clinking of champagne glasses, sipped through the rouge lips of your highness,
She walks into the room where she is blinded, by beautiful faces, light camera flashes, and great wine and
As her suede 6 inch pumps demand the floors surrender, the gentleman beside her clings tighter
for all the eyes in the room remind him
that he’s not the only fan in the world of this marvelous looking girl.
The dress she wears hangs naturally from her smooth curves, she makes the dress look how no other could ever fathom
She floats deeper into the joy
Everything is just right, the Birthday boy shoots her a wink from across the room
She caught the attention of the dot in the middle of his iris, he had to look twice but
and to the the Queen…he raises his glass, time for a toast
She’s now beside him, she has claimed her King.