Romans & histoires Enchanted Florist

"I don’t know much about flowers. I think I’d have to browse first before deciding." "Owning a beautiful flower shop is my only dream. One day, I’ll be surrounded by flowers every day like a princess. You can come to my shop if you want fresh, beautiful flowers. I’ll always give you a discount," Mea said with a radiant smile. Zayna gave a faint smile. "I’ll hold you to that." "Of course. I’m even planning to give you a free bouquet if you get married someday, but only if it’s not to Benjamin. If you two decide to marry, I’ll charge you a hundred times the price," Mea said with a playful, bright laugh.

I added, laughing, then I advanced towards the florists, who were arranging and watering the flowers. “Hello.” They all turned to look at me, and curtsying immediately they recognized me. “Hello, Luna.” I nodded, accepting their greeting. “Who paid you to put these here?” I demanded, gesturing at the flowers. “Alpha Edward,” one of them answered, “He asked us to bring them in and plant them all around the garden.” Edward… Really? I was a little shocked, because I couldn’t tell if this was simply a coincidence, that Edward paid these people to plant my favorite flowers in the garden I usually frequented.

“I am going to make sure you and your son are secure within my pack. You’ll have your own home. You’ll have access to everything my pack has to offer. Schooling for the baby when he comes of age, health care–” “At what cost?” “Helping my mother with her upcoming party.” She stares at me in shock then goes entirely pink in the cheeks. “You’re joking.” “I’m serious. She needs a florist to help her finish preparations for the party taking place at the botanical gardens this weekend. You’re a florist–” “A botanist–” “A botanist,” I correct, cutting her off. “Therefore you’re perfect.” “What’s the catch?” “Why would you think there’s a catch?”

Stepping into the floral paradise, I found myself surrounded by an array of vibrant colors and delicate scents. My eyes scanned the rows of flowers, each one more beautiful than the last until they landed on a bouquet of Felise's favorite flowers - a combination of roses and lilies. It felt like fate was guiding me, affirming my decision to surprise her with this thoughtful gesture. As soon as the bouquet is in my hands, my excitement reached new heights. The fragrance of the flowers filled the cab as I made my way to the restaurant, the anticipation growing with each passing minute. The driver could hardly contain his curiosity, but I smiled to myself, keeping the surprise intact.

As he passed a newsstand, an old TV played the local lifestyle channel. "Today marks the grand opening of luxury floral brand Eunoire Atelier downtown. Founder Eunice Emerton says floral design is more than a gift—it can redefine the way people live..." The second Michael heard her name, he froze. Then he slowly turned to the screen. There she was. Radiant. Her makeup was flawless, her suit perfectly tailored. Confidence burned in her eyes. No ring on her left hand. Instead, that hand now held the power to shape countless lives.

"You are marrying my son. You are my daughter now. And I take care of my family." Rachel started to cry. Eleanor handed her a tissue. "No crying. We have work to do." --- The florist was a small shop in the West Village, filled with the scent of roses and lilies and fresh greenery. The owner, a woman named Marie, had worked with Eleanor for years. She greeted them with hugs and champagne. "Rachel," Marie said, taking her hands. "Eleanor has told me so much about you." Rachel glanced at Eleanor. "What did she tell you?"

She pushed open the door to the flower shop where Hailey worked, a tiny bell jingling above her. The shop was an explosion of colors and scents. Brightly colored blooms filled the space, from sunflowers to roses, orchids to tulips. The air was rich with the fragrance of fresh flowers, creating a soothing contrast to Katherine's excessively raging thoughts. The walls were lined with shelves displaying delicate vases and decorative pots, each meticulously arranged to showcase the vibrant beauty of the flowers within.

I was just about to give up and pour myself a massive glass of wine when my eyes caught a small, text-only listing. Floral Fantasies. Located in Galencia Bay. Specialising in designing and creating the perfect, bespoke floral gift for that special someone. If you can dream it, we can spray it. I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and quickly tapped the landline number into the keypad. It rang twice before clicking through to an automated voicemail. "Welcome to Floral Fantasies. Unfortunately, we are now closed for the day. Please call back tomorrow. Our weekend opening hours are from 10:00 AM until 4:00 PM." "Damn it," I muttered, tossing the phone back onto the sofa.

“You’ve changed.” The florist near the office recognized me immediately. “Purple roses again?” she asked automatically. I almost said yes. Maria loved purple — lavender, lilacs, deep violet orchids she pretended not to care about before rearranging them obsessively around the apartment afterward. But I remembered the last bouquet I’d sent. Purple hydrangeas. The one before that, purple tulips. I looked around the shop for another second before shaking my head slightly. “White this time.” The florist smiled knowingly in a way that made me regret entering the establishment. I paid for the flowers and stepped back onto the pavement just as Elena appeared across the street. Not accidental. I kne

It would not be fair to them especially when it would affect the person or their business. I am a businesswoman too, and I don't want to gamble my career and everything I built from scratch for some futile cause. “Then Helena would lose her credibility as a florist.” “Okay, then I'll just tell her the truth,” She said with finality before strutting towards the door. “Aren't you coming with me, Elle?” ••• “R, this is a bad idea.” I bit my lip as I stared at the cute flower shop in front of us. Helena was our florist since our last florist got sick and have to sell her shop that Helena bought two years ago.