Dekor Bunga Novels & Stories

Not wanting to catch her attention. Although Jack know that the flirty Omega won’t chase him as he already married, the Alpha still lazy with her and want to avoid her remembering their not so good past during blind date. “Anyway, Mr. Burkley, about the christmas decoration… There’s some problem with it.” “What problem?” “It’s about the flowerist sir,” James sighed. “They says that the gerbera flower is currently not available because of some pest. They didn’t sell any flowers to replace it as it’s already sold out and it’s almost end of the season so… They just refund our money, and send apologetic letters for the inconvieniece.”

He slowly opened the box and his eyes widen when knowing the item. It's a boutonniere. A floral decoration, typically a single flower or bud, worn on the lapel of a tuxedo or suit jacket. Usually reserved for special occasions for which formal wear is standard, such as at banquet, ball, funerals, and weddings. The white rose was surrounded with a circle of blue, forget-me-not. It's so beautiful, and he can smell a faint fragrance from it. He can't help but smile, "Wow, did she make it by herself? How adorable!"

In an unexpected anticipation, surprising herself a little, rose tried on the dress. Her contours were beautifully highlighted by the complex lace designs on the dress' superbly crafted bodice. Sensually dipping at the sweetheart neckline, there was just a hint of décolletage. In the dim light of her bedroom, she couldn't help but notice the beautiful beading that decorated the bodice. It provided a lavish touch, giving the ensemble a sophisticated feel.

My hand firmly tucked in the crook of his arm, Mason leads me up a flight of steps and into the open doors of the mansion. I take in the luxurious, grand decor, barely stopping my mouth from going slack. Some private, little get together this is. The decor looks like something straight from Anna Cymbal's Home Affairs magazine. Yes, Anna Cymbal is a world class interior decorator. Shimmering gold and sparkling crystals wink and blink on every surface. Soft, classical music fills the air. The White Jade rose, the most expensive member of the rose family, only found in France, decorates almost every surface.

Okay, so this guy is the owner of the company who happened to hire them, to provide plant stock for the famous garden decorators who graced the company's fancy outdoor garden parties. “I supply plants to the specifications your decorator asks for and he has high standards in determining what types of plants he should put up front. The beauty of the party decoration at the front is purely because of your decorator's golden hands.” Angel smiled modestly. Meanwhile, the man narrowed his eyes disapprovingly. “No, my decorator won't work if you don't provide high-class plants. I'm even still amazed by the beauty of the colorful orchid varieties that adorn the front of the garden.”

He exclaimed, turning around and clapping his hand, motioning them to follow him to the maze of big flower baskets neatly arranged into parallel lines, each containing a specific variety of floras. “Here she is. My own personal definition of perfection. She is a thing of beauty, the epitome of repentance. I am pleased to present La Remissione of house Floretta.” He preened, taking them at the corner part of the shop where his working table was had been set up. On the top of it laid a white bouquet with golden fringes ribbons. “As you can see, I decorated it with white tulips to symbolize purity and serenity.” Rossi caresses his thumb over the petals as he goes explaining the meaning of each

Iris replied candidly. “Your name is Iris, of course, it would be our main theme for the decoration,” her new friend and new ‘manager’ talked to herself and refocused again on the pile of pictures of bouquet designs for the bride and for the room decoration. The florist came and smiled widely at her while bringing the light purple Iris flowers, scattered with white roses here and there, hydrangea, and greeneries wrapped up into the prettiest bouquet. It was breathtaking how the florist combined those flowers and composed them into elegant bridal flowers.

Nothing more. --- His thoughts shattered when a delivery man appeared at his desk, holding a massive bouquet of flowers. The bouquet was enormous, bright, exotic blooms that spilled out like a vibrant cascade of color. Crimson roses, white lilies, purple orchids, and delicate baby’s breath intertwined in a breathtaking arrangement that seemed almost too luxurious for Jace’s modest workspace. Colleagues glanced over, whispers rippling like a current through the office. Heads turned, eyes curious, some smirking as they nudged one another. Jace felt heat creep up his neck, he wasn’t used to this kind of attention.

Cameras flashed immediately like thousands of fire flies but that didn't get my attention. My dad threw a step and I threw mine, absent mindedly. We walked into the glass house that stretched and I paused. The flashes from the cameras intensified and the crowd stood up on their heels. I gaped at the amount of people present and turned to my dad who gave me a reassuring nod. I smiled at him and my eyes caught something behind him. It was a glass shaped flower, with a little painting of white and red that made it pop. My mouth dropped and I blinked twice to be sure of what I was seeing. It was still there, it wasn't a dream just like my gown wasn't a dream. I took a step and looked around, it

He then invited his beloved to sit next to him. “What is this?” Bethany asked, flipping through the pages of the book that wasn’t literature. -It is the catalogue of floral decorations that the company offers. We must choose the bouquets that we want to decorate the hall and the temple. Bethany turned page after page, some of the flowers looking pretty and others not so much. Ciro was telling her about his desire to have a crimson wedding, but Bethany didn't care. She just knew she wouldn't go back to the boutique for a red dress.