Flowers Everywhere Flowers In Her Hair の小説・ストーリー

The lights came on revealing a very beautiful garden with different breeds of flowers planted all around. She gasped when she saw the daisies, roses, and lavender, wriggling with the waves the night breeze brought. Everything around her was beautiful. "Is this a part of the tavern?" She asked, surprised and confused. "Did you bring me somewhere else?" "We are still within the same compound," he told her, bending to pluck a stick from the hibiscus flower. He hauled her closer with one arm. "This will look beautiful on you," he said, gently dipping the flower into her hair.

I heard her light soothing voice say and I nodded, without turning to look at her. I walked slowly behind her, watching as her flail dress bopped around her. She was on a pink dress which was fitted at the bodice but flail downward and her long blonde hair was left to fall over her shoulder. She looked pretty as usual and I felt myself thinking she looked better in pink, even though I had not seen her in other colours. She had some fresh flowers in her hair and I figured they were gotten from her garden. After all, I overheard a maid telling her that the hibiscus' buds were getting mature.

A faint smile lingered on his lips. In Camila's dream, she found herself in a breathtaking place adorned with a vibrant array of flowers. Delicate petals gracefully descended, gently landing on her hair as she swayed and twirled, completely immersed in the mesmerizing dance of the falling blossoms. Her voice intertwined with the rustling of petals, harmonizing with the enchanting scene.

I always though that if there’s a thin that would separate something, it would be good and evil. A shame really. Under the pale moonlight, a long braid of silver hair, decorated with vibrant flowers. Calm and collected could be observe from her face, she was looking at the bouquet of floras on her hands. Eyes strained with gentleness and love.

Olivia's POV Kneeling down on the ground, I gently placed the bouquet of flowers I had picked from the village when I left the miller's house on Cassandera’s grave. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the butterfly hairpin she had gifted me when we were children—one of the only kind things she had done to me. I held it in my hands for a second, running my finger over it as tears prickled my eyes. I placed it down with the flowers, hoping it would bring her peace.

In the centre is a lily, either side of that a daffodil, and beside each daff is a daisy. “Really? They are gone?” she flips over onto her back before I can eximine her mark any further. Her beaming smile puts thoughts of what those flowers mean, right to the back of my mind. Her fear is all but forgotten and she grabs my face in both of her hands and pulls me down for a hungry kiss. Two raps on the wooden door stop me just as the tip of my cock butts up against her warm , wet folds. “Alpha, Your highness…” Abernathy’s deep, gravelly voice trails off.

No, the nervous energy radiating like heat waves originated from the room itself, a collective held their breath as the music swelled and the double doors at the far end of the aisle creaked open. There she was. Lily. No, Florence. Not quite. Today, she was a vision in white, a goddess emerging from the sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows. The years hadn't touched her, not a single cruel line etched onto that face that had haunted my dreams for so long. She is still that beautiful being in my eyes with her dark blonde hair and hazel eyes that were sparkling brightly at the moment. She was wearing a white gown and a white veil on her head while her hand was clasped on a bouqu

What is he doing back so early? The light in the room is different. And a chill hangs heavy in the air. I face the window again, expecting bright sunlight and green grass fields filled with passersby, only to find the sun setting at the horizon and the lawn outside abandoned. But… It was just around high noon. I could tell from the light and the sun burning in the sky. What is happening? Am I finally going insane after all these years? “I noticed the flower in your hair when I came to hug you.” Rafe plucks the flower from my hair and twirls it in his fingers in front of us. “It’s beautiful. Where did you say you got it?”

The veil cascaded down her back, the delicate lace edges dancing with each step she took. Elodie's hair had been styled in soft, romantic waves that were partially pinned up, with delicate tendrils framing her face. Her makeup was flawless yet natural—her eyes lined to emphasize their beauty, her lips painted a soft rose color, her skin glowing as if lit from within. She carried a bouquet of white peonies, garden roses, and lily of the valley, wrapped with ivory silk ribbon. But it was her face that truly took everyone's breath away—her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy, her smile radiant and genuine, her entire being glowing with happiness.

The air was charged with an electric anticipation, and the scent of blooming flowers wafted through the air, as if nature itself was celebrating this union. As the sunlight filtered through the windows of the grand hall, casting dancing patterns on the polished marble floor, Claire stood before a sea of loved ones, her heart aflutter with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She wore a gown that shimmered like moonlight, its intricate lace and delicate beadwork an exquisite testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. Her hair cascaded in loose curls, adorned with a crown of delicate blossoms that added an ethereal touch to her radiant beauty.