Romans & histoires Blooming Hills Florist

I had about fifteen minutes before school would be out. On the ride, I looked the flowers over to ensure the arrangement looked okay. I’d taken them to a florist I’d known for about half a century. She did excellent work. The arrangement consisted of Crocus flowers, Jillie’s favorite, red roses, and rainbow lilies, which was a vampire trick.

Helen smiled but her eyes did not reflect it. “These are for you.” Darby placed the large bouquet on the counter. The vase was eighteen inches high, and the flowers doubled the height. The ivy, carolily and string of pearl vines were artfully placed to hang around the etching and handles. Stargazer lilies were the most prominent in the bouquet followed by roses, tulips, peace lilies and carnations. Ferns, spider plants and baby’s breath added filler. “For me?” she asked quietly as tears filled her eyes. Several clients in the waiting room gushed over the bouquet.

When I arrived, the shop was bathed in sunlight, showcasing rows of vibrant blooms. The florist greeted me with a cheerful smile. “Good afternoon! How can I help you today?” “I’m looking for something special,” I said, stepping closer to the colorful display. “It’s our anniversary tomorrow, and I want it to be unforgettable.” The florist’s face lit up. “Ah, a romantic! I’ve got just the thing. How about a mix of red roses for love and white lilies for devotion?” I nodded, already picturing the bouquet. “Perfect. Make it breathtaking, please.”

“Check the vendor code for this one: Bloom & Stem: $380.00. Date is two weeks ago. Is that a regular vendor for the house? I use Fleur et Fils for all standing arrangements.” “One moment, Mrs. Thorne. Checking the household management database... No, Bloom & Stem is not on the approved vendor list. It appears to be a smaller, independent florist specializing in rare orchids. We’ve never used them.” “Curious,” Eleanor murmured, the word devoid of emotion, but her gaze hardening slightly. Igor never dealt with flowers. They were a necessary social lubricant handled by her staff. A personal, expensive purchase of orchids made no sense.

"Good evening! How can I assist you today again?" Liam mustered a small smile and gestured toward the array of flowers before him. "I'd like to create a special bouquet for someone. A bouquet that says 'I'm sorry' and 'I care.'" The florist nodded understandingly. "Of course. Let me help you choose the perfect combination." She walked alongside Liam, pointing out different flowers and explaining their meanings. They picked roses, symbolizing love and affection, as the base of the arrangement, representing Liam's heartfelt emotions towards Rose.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

With that said, Nanako added, “I brought a lot of flowers with me. My staff will bring them up one after the other later, and I will show you how to match them on the spot so that you can decide which feeling you like best.” Rosalie subconsciously asked, “If we arrange the flowers now, I’m afraid that it will not be able to last for three days, right?” Nanako said with a smile, “The flowers I brought with me this time are specially used to discuss the plan with you. I’ve already arranged the flowers for the wedding, and I will select the flowers for pruning carefully on the morning of August 7th. It will take off from Japan in the afternoon and be flown to Aurous Hill. I’ve already spoken to

he greeted. “Good morning, Dillard. I have an order for three bouquets.” “Okay, boss. What exactly do you need?” “Get the following for me. Calendula, and rudbeckia lend pizzazz, asters, daisies, coneflowers, and cosmos.” “I got it, madam.” “It's okay. I hope you are familiar with the quantity.” “Yes, boss.” “That's good,” she said, and cut the call. She returned to her seat, and discovered that the company had not responded.

I grab my phone and email The Onyx Heights. Housekeeping can prepare the penthouses quickly enough. I request that they freshen up the linens and stock the fridge. I prepay, adding a variety of things from the grocer. My finger hovers over the send button before adding a request for several flower bouquets. I’m unsure what her favorites are. I hope she likes these. Roses, calla lilies, orchids, and tulips will be delivered on Monday. Despite the late hour, I get a speedy response. I grin, reading it over.