Aesthetic In Bloom Novels & Stories

POV: Beatrice The stems of my bouquet bent beneath my grip, each step down the aisle tightening my hold until the fragile blooms threatened to break. The sight before me was every bit as pristine as the planners had intended: white chairs perfectly aligned, delicate flowers swaying in the ocean breeze, and a makeshift altar framed by the endless horizon. Yet, for all its beauty, the scene felt hollow, each detail mocking me with its cheerful façade.

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

The rooftop had been transformed entirely from the overgrown, forgotten space I remembered, potted flowers now lining the perimeter, candles flickering gently in glass holders scattered across a small table set with two chairs, though clearly not intended for dining given everything else surrounding it. I turned in a slow circle, taking in every detail, the careful arrangement of lights, the flowers I recognized as my favorite variety, small touches that spoke of weeks of thoughtful planning rather than a hastily assembled gesture. You did all of this, I said, disbelief coloring my voice as I turned back to face him. With considerable help, he admitted. Helen and Lena mostly. I'm hopeless at

After soothing both our families, Edward and I had just settled into the bridal suite for a moment of peace when an unexpected visitor showed up. Alfred and Becky burst in, dragging Trevin with them, and blurted out urgently, "Ms. Lawrence, Trevin just got a bit mixed up. We know we've spoiled him rotten, but deep down, he's still got eyes only for you! And… and he was trying to save someone. Can't you cut him some slack?" I was perched on Edward's hip, looking at them with a mix of amusement and contempt. "I'm a married woman, Mr. Hoffman. Are you really trying to wedge yourself into this as the homewrecker?"

BLOOM’S POV “Bloom.” His mouth fell open, and my face flushed. Did he like it or not? “I’m not sure if we can go out anymore.” He must not have liked it, I thought as my face fell. Then he continued, “You’re too beautiful. I don’t want anyone to see you. I want you all to myself.” Grey moved until he was standing in front of me with just a few inches of space between us, and started to plant kisses on my neck and throat.

"Come with me. Something just caught my eyes and I want you too." Aiden followed happily. Anything that could put such a priceless smile on Ashley's face, wa different worth his attention. Ashley led the way with a lazy confidence. Aiden kept starring at her long legs and perfectly rounded butt. Ashley was just too beautiful for one woman. Her beauty was supposed to be divided among ten women or atleast five, Aiden thought. "And here we are." Ashley said in an over highly pitch, spreading her arms in the air. Aiden laughed, as he touched the glass were the floor was. The edges began to glow, as the flower grew larger, he had never seen anything like it before.

The Blossomland had been his go-to-cure for a bad day. The wide terrains and hills and plains filled with vibrant colors of flowers, dancing along with the strong breeze—the serene sound of petals and leaves rustling—the smell of the aromatic azalea and windrose flowers—the warm kiss of mid-morning sunlight—they all had used to help Kael calm his thoughts down. But this time was different. The worst thing he could’ve had imagined was happening now.

She introduces, stretching her hand out for a handshake and I do the same to avoid looking petty. "Nice to meet you Blossom, I'm Omotayo Davids." I introduce myself as well before letting go of her hand. "Sorry if seeing me with Bayo made you feel uncomfortable in any way. I was only surprised to see him here and decided to keep him company and catch up with him a little before you arrive and now that you're here, I believe that's my cue to leave you two lovebirds alone. Enjoy your evening. See you around Bayo." She says calmly with a smile on her face but I could tell from her expression that she wasn't as happy as she pretended to be.

Adele followed the lead. They started decorating the hall with white flowers. “This is mesmerizing,” Adele thought, looking at the light coming from a massive chandelier on these white Tulips in the decorative vase. The white flower bridge case next to the flickering candles filled her heart. Hula-hoop rings adorned with peonies reminded her how beautiful life could be for her. Dad was right- Blossom wherever you are planted. A smile knitted on her face, capturing this exquisite sight in front of her eyes. “Perfect,” She murmured.

My word flowers in this very room! Eddie stared over her head at the spill of blooms, and he wondered how something so friendly and beloved could also be so sinister. He wouldn’t have been surprised at all if suddenly they started hissing and rattling their stems in a threatening manner, dragging Bryony into them and filling her mouth and nose with pollen and broken stamens. But no, there they lay, innocent and sweet and full of good feeling. They infused Bryony with a happy pleasure. She was thinking that she was home now, surrounded by flowers the desert could never produce, recently escaped from impending death, and maybe it was over, maybe that was the end of it and she could live, reall