Novel & Cerita Chrysanthemum Garden Bl

Quinnzel's POV I wake up in a garden. The one that once belonged to my house when my dad was still alive, well stepdad. The high difference between this garden and the one from home was that this one had a lot of color. There were flower beds of tulips, Tuberoses, chrysanthemum, boat orchids, Madonna lily, Dahlia, and Acanthaceae. Their flowers were also hanging on the trees like it was draped around the trees. It seemed well-maintained and it radiated a lot of delicate ambiance and calmness.

She just wanted to remember how his daughter had survived until this moment, just like the flower she also watered every morning so wouldn't die. Reya glanced at the woman beside her curiously, but it seemed that his mother was lost in thought of something when she heard his question. She was just curious because the last time played at his parents' house, the Calendula flower was not yet in their yard. Slowly, she plucked one of the flowers for attention. She knew the meaning of the flower in his hand, but she did not hate the flower only made it a memory in his life journey.

He strode closer towards me while hiding something behind his back. "Flowers for my beautiful wife." He gave me a quick kiss, and the flowers smelled so beautiful as I accepted them. It's a double purple chrysanthemum mixed with pink roses and baby breath. Enzo remembers that I love this combination, and these are my favorites. When I was in Sorrento, I had chrysanthemums in my backyard in mixed different colors. Chrysanthemums are mother's love flowers. They bloom in May, Mother's Day month, and they're beautiful. Every color has its scent except for the white ones.

All too happy to break the eye-connection. She could feel his heat behind her with every step, a constant reminder of his potent presence. They strolled leisurely along a winding stone path, the garden unfolding before them like a vibrant tableau of color. Tall, ivy-clad walls enclosed the space, creating an intimate haven that seemed to shut out the outside world. The garden was carefully arranged, with symmetrical beds overflowing with medicinal herbs, fragrant flowers, and useful plants like lavender, chamomile, and rosemary. Emeriel pointed to a bed of vibrant blue blossoms. "These are borage flowers, Your Grace. Not only are they beautiful, but they are also known to uplift the spirit.

She couldn't come up with a lie about why she was there, and she didn't want to tell him the truth either. "Don't worry", he said. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would do it the moment you stepped into my garden." Talia's eyebrows shoot up. "Garden?" It was obviously a meadow with wildflowers. He hummed and gestured while talking, "That's the area with chamomile, there is echinacea, feverfew, behind it is goldenseal…" Talia realized he was right, but it still looked random for a garden. She just assumed that flowers grew there on their own because there was no landscaping or a fence she could see.

“You came all the way out here just to visit her grave? You must have been closer than I thought.” “Well, with this whole Luna Trial thing… I thought it only appropriate that I visit.” That wasn’t entirely a lie. Liam’s face fell at the mention of the Luna Trial. He nodded and walked forward, kneeling to place the bundle of flowers he’d brought next to mine. “Gardenias,” he said, brushing his fingers across the white petals. “The closest thing to cherry blossoms that I could find at this time of year.” My heart cracked at the mention of cherry blossoms. Liam knew what I liked. He always did—more than anyone else, except perhaps Lilith.

she whispered as they pulled around the circular drive. Colors blazed in carefully planned beds even this late in October, the deep reds of the petunias, lovely shades of blue in the chrysanthemums, golden yellow roses, all punctuated by evergreens providing structure. Stone pathways wound through the landscape, disappearing behind carefully pruned hedges. A massive oak tree dominated one side, its branches spreading like protective arms over a stone bench. "Your mother did all this?" she asked, unable to tear her eyes away from the botanical masterpiece. Grayson had told her his mother loved her garden on the drive up.

"Yes... yes... I’m okay. I’m just... I’m just..." His voice trailed off as his eyes fell on a cluster of pink and milk-colored petals shivering in the night breeze. Viburnum. They were the same flowers he had seen in the sprawling garden of the Wellman estate—the garden that had felt like a stolen paradise. He reached out with a trembling hand, his fingertips barely grazing the delicate, cool petals.

I called as I turned towards the stairs again. He wasn’t kidding when he said it looked over the back garden. From this angle, I could see the houses on either side of us. As well as the lush garden his mother kept. Not all the plants had flowers. Some had intricate stems. Fancy leaves. And in the midst of them all, Mrs. Hemgrove tended to the weeds. Pulled them out furiously and discarded them in a black bag next to her.

This showed just how large the whole academy was. Rie went straight to the school garden. She hadn’t arrived there yet, but she could already hear the soft sound of the violin. It was Pachelbel’s Canon in D major. She smiled and continued walking. At the center of the garden was a gazebo and inside it was a girl with long golden hair and golden-brown eyes. She was the source of the wonderful violin music that Rie had just heard. Rie closed her eyes and savored the music she’s hearing. Then the music paused. She opened her eyes and saw that the girl was looking back at her. The girl then smiled as if she had just saw the most wonderful thing in the world.