Where the Rose Petals Fall

I am but a flower withering in the soil in which I have been planted......... Rose Stanley does not seem to fit into her prominent family with their lavish style and high society galas. She does not care to marry the wealthy Astor Boyle that her mother has chosen for her. She would much rather be in the kitchen up to her elbows in flour learning how to cook or down at the old slave quarters teaching a young mute boy the gift of communication. She sees nothing wrong with spending time with a...