ROSE PRESCOTT

He never treated her differently because she was a girl; instead, he taught her everything he knew about cars, tools, and mechanics. Rose loved the sound of engines starting, the feeling of solving problems with her own hands. It was like putting together a puzzle, and she excelled at it.

But like any teenager, Rose also experienced her share of insecurities. It was at this age that she tried playing the flute for the first time. There was something enchanting about the idea of ​​creating music, but unfortunately, the practice was a disaster. When she blew the first note, it sounded more like an off-key moan than any melody. Laughing at herself, Rose put the flute aside and decided that perhaps music was not her calling.

And then Luke Montgomery came along. He burst into Rose’s life like a ray of sunshine, with that smile that made her heart race and words catch in her throat. Luke was everything she thought was charming: kind, confident, and, of course, gorgeous. But he already had someone. Lucy. The perfect girl in school. Blonde, blue-eyed, graceful as a ballerina—because, in fact, she was one. Popular and adored, Lucy seemed unattainable, and that made Rose feel even more distant from Luke. There was a time when Rose tried to be more like Lucy. She signed up for a ballet class, thinking that maybe, just maybe, it would make her more attractive. But it took just a few classes for her to realize that it wasn’t for her. The graceful movements of ballet seemed contrary to her nature. She needed something that would make her feel free, something that would match her energy.

That’s when she found sports. She tried volleyball first. She was good at it, but she didn’t love it. Then she tried baseball. From the moment she picked up the bat and heard the sound of the ball hitting hard, she knew she was where she was meant to be. Baseball wasn’t just a sport; it was a passion. Rose played with intensity, ran like the world depended on it, and trained until dusk.

At just 16 years old, he was already participating in regional championships, impressing everyone with his skill and dedication.

Despite her new routine of training and games, Rose never left her father’s workshop. It was like a second home to her, a place where she could be who she was without reservations. She still spent her afternoons there, getting her hands dirty with oil and helping fix cars. It was a job that required patience and strength, something Rose had in abundance.

At sixteen, Rose was a young woman who carried the lessons of her childhood in her heart. Her mother’s love of flowers had taught her the importance of finding beauty in the little things. Her father’s workshop, in turn, had shaped her into a practical and determined person. And baseball? That gave her wings. Rose Prescott was not just a tomboy or an ordinary girl; she was a force in constant motion, exploring life with intensity and building her own story, one piece at a time. Rose Prescott is a walking contradiction, a person full of nuances that defy any attempt at categorization. She is stubborn, the kind of person who doesn't take "no" for an answer when she sets her mind to something, but this determination only appears when something really matters to her. Otherwise, she can be incredibly careless and even negligent with tasks or details that don't interest her. Her humor is peculiar: extremely sarcastic, she loves to joke, but her jokes carry a touch of dark humor and irony that not everyone can digest.

She is jealous and possessive, although she rarely admits it. She also doesn’t mince her words – she says what she thinks, no matter who it hurts. Her vocabulary often includes swear words, especially when she is angry, which is often the case. Stressed and impatient, she tends to lose her temper quickly, especially when she feels that things are not going as they should. Her constant anxiety fuels her thoughts, which never stop.

Rose's mind is always racing, jumping from one idea to another without rest. This internal turmoil often leaves her exhausted, but she tries to cope with it by listening to music – silence, for her, is unbearable.

Despite being extroverted in her gestures and jokes, Rose has an introverted side that emerges when she is in deeper emotional situations. When she falls in love, her entire behavior changes. She, who is normally loud and unfiltered, becomes shy, docile and even clumsy. In these moments, she acts like a gentle little angel, surprising everyone who knows her. However, her way of showing affection is not at all conventional: pushing, light slapping and affectionate insults are her ways of showing that she likes someone. For her, love and teasing go hand in hand.

Rose is also marked by a certain impulsiveness and an explosive temper. Under pressure or when she feels overwhelmed, she can have real outbursts of anger, saying or doing things that she later regrets. This inability to handle her own physical strength is also a problem: something that should be a simple handshake or gesture of affection sometimes comes out too rough, hurting unintentionally. And, although she is playful and even cruelly sincere, she is surprisingly vengeful when she feels betrayed or hurt. Her days are hectic, reflecting her restless personality. She is always on the move, physically and mentally. She can't stop, whether it's fixing cars, playing baseball, or even listening to music to try to quiet her mind. Rose is like a storm: intense, unpredictable, and fascinating. She can be annoying, adorable, scary, and captivating all at the same time. A complex yet irresistible puzzle.

• 1.69m tall - Fair skin - delicate face, pin-up waist, medium breasts, soft and slightly thick thighs, slightly upturned nose, straw-shaped and reddish lips, thin eyebrows - Wavy hair, cut: Jellyfish cut, brown (In the umber tone) - blue eyes (In the tone: Steelblue)