Dekor Bunga Novels & Stories

Jenny followed suit. As she went to the terrace and saw the view in front she was stunned. She expected decoration but she had not imagined such a grand decoration. The entire terrace was decorated with roses and others flowers, at a short distance, beautiful bouquets of roses were placed in glass vases and colorful burning candles surrounded those vases whose beautiful dim light lit up the glass vases. Four pillars of flowers were made in the middle of the terrace, on which beautiful ceilings of flowers were made. And under that beautiful fragrant ceiling, a very beautiful white cake was placed on a decorated table.

And as we stepped inside, Miss Carmen, the CEO’s assistant, met us with a gleaming smile. The venue itself transformed into a dream. Soft lights glowed from chandeliers, and floating petals drifted down from hidden vents in the ceiling. Every table was dressed in ivory, with crystal centerpieces that held sprays of pastel roses. The scent of fresh florals blended with the sweet trace of perfume in the air, exactly the kind of decorations you’d expect from a beauty product launch.

Ann shouted after Jessica before the dorm room door shut. ‘Good thing New York never sleeps,’ Ann thought and pulled her duvet over her face to block out the light that was coming in from the curtains that were white with abstracted flowers on them. *** “Hello beautiful,” Deacon greeted Jessica with a bunch of blue flowers consisting of Cornflowers, Globe Thistle, Iris, and Empire blue butterfly bush. “Hello,” Jessica smiled and gave him a kiss before taking the flowers from him. “I have a great last day of summer planned for us,” Deacon said, and held his arm out to her.

"I insist." She handed me the plastic and brought it to the stage. This was full of glitters and some artificial flowers inside. Their job was quite fun, hanging all the decorations. Putting a bunch of beautiful artificial flowers on a stand and placing it on the side of the stage. Their ideas were like professional event designers.

She talked about the kind of decorations, flowers, seating, and all that ceremonial stuff. “ Bella dear, the wedding ceremony would be in the garden, so I was thinking that the place would be decorated with glowing lanterns, small floral bouquets in vases, floral garlands on the back of chairs, and rose petals sprinkled on the ground. What do you think?” She asked “It's perfect,” I answered What's your favorite flower, dear?” “ Orchids,” I replied

he said while pointing to the decoration design that the EO team had given him. He swallowed his saliva. It turned out that the rumors about Enrico being a perfectionist, arrogant, and very observant were not mere figments. "Mr. Leonard, you want a real Lisianthus flower to be part of the decorations on every table. But right now the flower is in limited stock due to the boom, so there is a lot of competition, so we took the initiative to mix it with roses. Besides, aren't those two flowers almost the same? You know this is only the flowers. So-"

Later that day… I step into the mansion, my breath catching in awe at the sight that unfolds before me. The grandeur of the decorations embraces the essence of celebration. The expansive halls are adorned with intricate floral arrangements, their vibrant colors breathing life into the elegant surroundings. Roses, lilies, and daisies interweave in cascading bouquets, their sweet fragrance filling the air. Every corner of the mansion radiates warmth and joy. Delicate streamers hang gracefully from the ceilings, shimmering with a touch of gold. Soft lighting casts a gentle glow.

Sasha said, and the planner laughed, quick and clean. They spent an hour turning choices into decisions that didn’t feel like traps. Low compotes with garden roses and delphinium and little clouds of rice flower. Velvet ribbon on the bouquets—no satin shine. A fragile spray of lily of the valley for Sasha’s hand “because it looks like bells that learned to whisper.” Corinne tried on the phrase and nodded, approving the image. Menus were folded once, not thrice. Place cards hand-lettered, but not in a script that made vowels perform backbends.

" __________________________ Author's POV: The night was glittering, not only because of the stars, but also because of the tiny little colourful lights, which were hung on everyone's head like a canopy at the venue. Everything was talking about how happiness can be described in the form of luxury, because if there was any way to describe happiness by means of materials, then this was it. The colourful balloons, hung on the every corner of the venue, the pleasing fragrances of the fresh flowers,the sweet and delicious smell of the delicacies from the food counters,the faint ringing sound of the fountain and on the top of the cracker show and the mild music, was screaming only one thing: pros

I barked, "I need the terrace transformed. Now. Get to the florist in San Fruttuoso, the one who does the weddings for the billionaires. I want white orchids, lilies, and those roses that smell like they cost more than your life. I want so many candles that the coast guard thinks the villa is on fire." "Orchids? Roses?" Luca’s voice crackled with confusion. "Don Rino, per l'amor di Dio, I’m a soldier, not a decorator! My mother, she is the one for the flowers, but me? I know how to hide a body in a lemon grove, not—"