Arti Bunga Alstroemeria Novels & Stories

Ayla POV The meeting to choose the flowers was kind of fun, as there are many types and many ways to create bouquets, and it was a bit difficult to choose the ones that made the most sense for the wedding. Of course, there can't be too many magical flowers, as that would add more weight to my aura and probably hurt me more, so I decided on just two flowers around the Castle that mean many things, the Smeraldo and Selene's Tears, even though we have few Tears, it's still an important flower.

"What kind of flower is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before..." Hearing this, Hesper was a little surprised, but she explained with a smile, "These are Campanulas, also known as bellflowers or balloon flowers back in Halwanest. They’re also known as oriental Eustomas, which is the name of our studio, but they belong to a completely different order and genus. It’s used as a kind of traditional Halwanese medicine, and it also symbolizes eternal love; it’s just that it has a slightly sadder floriography in comparison.”

She showed me the sample arcs on her iPad. “And what flowers are we going to use as centerpiece for the arc? And on the tables at the reception as well?” She added another question before I could grasp my head on the first one. “Uhm…" I glanced at Cielo. “Do you think you could be with this? I’m not really good with flowers. I don't know what works best with each other.” Cielo took the iPad from my hand. “I think baby's breath works well for the ceremonial arc. For the tables at the reception, we'd prefer anthurium and birds of paradise,” Cielo decided right on the spot. I didn't check what those flowers look like because I trusted Cielo’s judgment.

She asked. "It's rose essential oil, extracted from red rose flowers from the Imperial garden, if you love it we could make more for your everyday bath." "Do you only make roses? Are the other types?" "Yes, your highness, the imperial garden has many flowers. Tulips, osmanthus, rose, sunflowers, and hibiscus. All flowers are always available." "I would love to visit there, will you take me?" "Yes, we're your maids, we are assigned to go take you anywhere you want and always be at your service."

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

"And here we have one of my favorites," a jaunty middle-aged woman said. "This is a mix of roses, gerbera daisies, bells of Ireland, spruce, and bupleurum. It's elegant yet fresh." Ellie inspected the bouquet from various angles and breathed in the scent. "I'll be right back," the florist said as she left to serve a customer. "What do you think?" Ellie said. "I like it." "What do you like about it?"

Alexander had put his hand on Elijah's back when he'd seen the tears and had said nothing. He didn't need to say anything. The flowers were arranged throughout the space—not overwhelming, not trying to compete with the books or the light or the occasion. Dahlias in the autumn palette, deep red and burnt orange and the specific dark burgundy that Elijah had described as the colour of the arroz con pollo sofrito when it was right. The florist had taken approximately four times as many notes as usual, because Elijah had been specific and Alexander had been more specific and between the two of them they had produced a set of instructions that the florist had described as "the most detailed flora

Lestari replied, her eyes drifting curiously toward the orchid pot in Aurelia’s hands. “I wasn’t sure what kind of gift you’d like… so I just brought this. I’m sorry if it feels too simple.” Mrs. Lestari slowly shook her head. “That’s very sweet. Thank you, Aurelia.” She accepted the orchid and carried it over to a special display shelf filled with decorative plants. But the moment Aurelia saw the rows of expensive orchids, rare bonsai trees, and flowers that were clearly worth a fortune, her heart shrank a little.

Alfred found the clothe in Chevy’s belongings, Chevy was a classic playboy so there were no shortage of women stuffs in his luggage. As ivory approached the door to leave, she shook her head and turned around. ‘the reason why I visited you was to tell you that I want you to be in my team, I plan to go to Buklime mountain to gather some herbs and the ice lotus for merits point and I’m currently teamless...you can also tell your friends to join…if you want to’. Having said this she turned around and left. Immediately she left, Alfred jumped on the bed, grabbed his hair and used his head to hit the bed as he knelt on the bed.

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.