Rose Diaries: A Lip Gloss, A Crush, and a Chaotic Girls’ Night

There’s a special kind of confidence that comes from the perfect lip gloss. And for me, that gloss is Ladan Rose Gloss. It’s not just a color; it’s an energy. A shade so effortlessly chic it says, “I’m mysterious, but approachable. Bold, but not in-your-face. Definitely the kind of girl who reads poetry and sometimes finishes it.” Naturally, when my besties planned a spontaneous Friday night out, my Ladan was my go-to weapon. Dinner, drinks, maybe some dancing—it was the kind of night that demanded a look as fabulous as the vibes.

Everything was going great… until it wasn’t. First, Jenny realized she’d left her ID at home, which meant we spent 20 minutes sweet-talking the bouncer. (Thanks to my Ladan, my “you-can-trust-me” smile worked wonders.) Then, Mia tripped over her own heels walking to the bar. Chaos, as usual. But the real drama? The moment he walked in. Tall, cute, slightly rumpled in that “I don’t try too hard but still look amazing” way. Let’s call him Mr. Dreamy.

Now, here’s the thing about wearing Ladan Rose Gloss. It’s not just for show—it’s a whole vibe. When Mr. Dreamy walked over, I was ready. Well, mostly. “Nice lip color,” he said, leaning casually against the bar. “Thanks,” I replied, somehow managing not to spill my drink. (A miracle, honestly.) “It’s called Ladan. Matches my mysterious personality.” He laughed, and for a second, I thought, Is this how rom-coms start?

Then it happened. Jenny swooped in, oblivious to the moment, and borrowed my Ladan. Yes, you heard me. She borrowed my Ladan Rose Gloss, smeared it on (in a hurry, no less), and handed it back without the cap. “Sorry!” she whispered. “Emergency reapplication.” The gloss was fine (thankfully), but my vibe? Gone. By the time I turned back to Mr. Dreamy, he was chatting with someone else. Someone not holding a gloss tube like a microphone.

Did I let it ruin my night? Absolutely not. Because here’s the thing about Ladan Rose Gloss: It’s a game-changer. One quick swipe in the bathroom mirror, and I was back. By the end of the night, I’d survived a karaoke rendition of Dancing Queen (don’t ask), stolen fries off Mia’s plate, and discovered that Mr. Dreamy? He’s a terrible dancer. But my lips? Still perfect. And that’s what really matters.

Life is messy. Friends steal your gloss, crushes come and go, and sometimes you end up barefoot on a dance floor. But with Ladan Rose Gloss, you’re always one swipe away from feeling fabulous. So here’s to more laughs, fewer lip gloss thefts, and nights that end with fries.