Enchanted Florist Novels & Stories

“Maybe because whatever you two had, it can’t come back here. At least not yet.” “Yeah, I know. But we are still here for a while…” I said in return. “I don’t know. I’m starting to think it was only about the sex. It didn’t matter…” … Enzo’s POV “What a lucky she-wolf she is,” the woman behind the counter said with a smile as she rung up the flowers. “This bouquet is absolutely gorgeous. She’s going to love it.” “Thank you,” I said as I took my receipt and beautifully wrapped bouquet of assorted colors.

Ethan reached across the table and laced his fingers with mine. “She’s not wrong,” he said. “About the blushing.” “Stop,” I laughed, but I didn’t pull away. Later, while Ethan was at his site visit, I wandered alone through the Marché aux Fleurs, buying armfuls of ranunculus and early tulips. The vendors called me “madame” with warm smiles, and one older woman insisted on wrapping an extra bunch “for the handsome architect’s beautiful wife—she brings him luck.” I carried the flowers back to the hotel, cheeks aching from smiling.

“Good. Because I have ideas, and you’ll have to tell me if I’m being too overbearing.” I laughed. “That’s impossible. Tell me everything.” We ordered salads and light pasta dishes, and as the waiter left, Madelin slid a sheet of paper across the table. “These are florists in the area near the farm. I called ahead. There’s one woman in particular who comes highly recommended—she grows her own flowers, specializes in rustic but elegant arrangements. I thought it might suit the venue.” I studied the neat list in her handwriting, feeling a swell of relief. “This is perfect. Exactly the kind of touch I was hoping for.”

The air was thick with the scent of damp loamy earth and flowers blooming beautifully, which was a stark contrast to the tension we brought in with us. “You requested my presence, Alpha Kael?” I announced. He straightened slowly with a smile on his face that did not reach his eyes. “Drake. These are remarkable rare flowers Miss Elena cultivates. Such rare beauty in one place is…noteworthy.” “She has a gifted hand,” I replied with a bow in her direction.

The flower shop was small and warm. The moment Elena walked in, she was hit by the smell of fresh flower stems, damp soil and something faintly sweet. Glass buckets lined the walls, filled with all kinds of colours. The woman behind the counter looked up when she entered. Elena walked slowly along the buckets until she found what she was looking for. “I would like white lilies, forget-me-nots and baby’s breath please,” she said. “Can you arrange them together?”

A satisfied smile curved my lips as I studied my reflection. The stylist had swept my chestnut hair into an elegant cascade down my back, the ends dusting over the gown's silver-stitched train like autumn leaves on frosted silk. With the diamond tiara catching the light, I could almost believe the fairy tales - the lost princess returned to claim her fated happiness. I couldn't wait for Liam to see me so perfect. My husband-to-be, my mate. I snapped my fingers for the attendant to bring my phone. Liam should have been here thirty minutes ago. As if summoned by my irritation, the screen lit up with his caller ID.

A deluxe florist on the way to Foregate Street. One bouquet stood out for me more than any other. Purity personified, with the most beautiful flash of colour. Traditional, and stunning. Red roses and glorious white lilies. The woman behind the counter gave me a coy smile as I handed them over for wrapping. “Someone’s going to be a very lucky lady later.” I wondered who the florist was picturing in her head when she looked at me. Someone like Katreya, most likely, someone my own age. Maybe a demure woman in her thirties.

“You’re noticing all of it like you thought you might not get to.” I held her gaze. “Yeah.” She looked at me for a long moment, then handed me the lavender. “Good. Notice it. Just stop looking at me like I’m a miracle.” “Of course you are a miracle.” “I’m a florist.” A ghost of a smile. “There’s a difference.” I took the stems, and she turned back to her work, and I let the ordinary morning be exactly what it was. Ordinary and precious. **** Elena came to the manor on the evening of the third day.

"She came here. She sat in the chair. She was jealous of Monica. It's text-book playing hard to get." I walked back out to my desk, a spring in my step. Sure, the company was burning, investors were fleeing, and my wife was a criminal. But Claire? Claire had come to see me. I picked up the phone. I needed to seal the deal. "Janet!" I barked into the intercom. "Y-Yes, sir?" She sounded terrified. "Get me the best florist in the city. Not the cheap one we use for secretaries. The expensive one. The one that imports peonies from... I don't know, Narnia."

They only sell one bouquet of each flower type. They follow the princes to a table under the birch trees. Ethan M. Grandiflora, the son of the ruling noble of domain Grandiflora, is also there. He stands and waits for the two princes to sit. He hands them a list of all the farmers and florists in the market.