Lily Variety Crossword Clue の小説・ストーリー

I straightened my posture, adjusting the red roses in my hand, as I smiled at them. "Good morning ladies," I greeted, "Can I help you find something special today?" One of them came closer, her gaze lingering on the delicate orchids in front. "We're looking for something... unique," she purred, her voice laced with a playful undertone. "Ah, a challenge," I replied, my eyes sparkling. "Perhaps these stargazer lilies? Their fragrance is intoxicating, perfect for a night out."

“I was hoping we could discuss the upcoming investor’s gala.” I watched as she placed a manicured hand on his desk, leaning in slightly. Lucas barely reacted. “Not now, Veronica.” She pouted, but her eyes flickered toward me. “Oh, is this…?” “My wife,” Lucas said flatly. “Lily, this is Veronica Hayes, head of PR.” Veronica’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, how lovely. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Lily.”

The scent hit her chest like memory. Sweet. Soft. Familiar. Her heart thumped loudly. “WHAT IN THE NAME OF” Gillian shrieked behind her. “LILAC?! LILY!” “It’s probably from a client,” Lily said too quickly. Gillian narrowed her eyes. “You lie worse than a bad witness on cross. WHO sent this?” Lily hugged the flowers, inhaling, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know.” But she did. She absolutely did. And her heart wouldn’t stop racing.

“But you can’t just tie me up here in this warehouse either!” “And who said I will just tie you up?” Lily said coldly. “You being alive will spoil my plans of getting married to him. And even if I succeed, you being alive will make it impossible for me to live happily with him.” “So… so what?” Ivy asked, fear filling her eyes. Lily looked at her, smiled faintly, then walked to one corner of the warehouse. She pulled out a big bottle of petrol and removed a lighter from her bag before walking back toward Ivy.

“When you tell me flower names, I make up stories so I could remember them. Baby’s Breaths; smell sweet like milk. Tulips; look like puckered lips. And Lily-” “Lilies are my favorite flower,” Amanda’s mother continued, now this one is something that she taught her daughter, “And you are my most favorite Lily.” “Why didn’t you call me Lily, then?” Amanda wondered, she felt that it would have been easier for her mother if that were the case.

she stuttered as she replied. Everyone looked at her suspiciously. Lily never stuttered except she was extremely nervous. "I see. So you know nothing about the plant?" he asked. "Nothing at all Ryder" Lily replied. Evena sighed in pity as he looked at Lily. Ryder was giving her a last chance to say the truth yet she refused to say the truth. "So you didn't grow the plant in your getaway cabin with the help of a girl named Claw?" Ryder asked again. This time Lily's face paled in fear. How did Ryder know about this.

For a few blissful seconds, they were just two friends walking through the garden again. But it didn’t last long. As they turned a corner near the rosebushes, Lily stopped abruptly. Her eyes caught something glinting faintly on the ground like a silver chain half-buried in the dirt. She bent down and picked it up. It was delicate, elegant, with a small pendant shaped like a crescent moon. Maya frowned. “That looks familiar.” Lily’s stomach tightened. “It should. It belongs to Lena.” Maya froze. “You’re sure?”

Chapter 212 "Mama's sorry," I soothed, bouncing her gently. "But we need to figure this out before you touch any more plants, okay?" "Can I see?" Lily asked, pushing past the adults to get closer to the plant. "Wow, it's so pretty! And it smells good too." She was right. The plant was giving off a faint sweet scent, like honey and vanilla mixed together. Definitely not something a regular fern would do. "Don't touch it," Orion warned his daughter.

The chocolate cosmos bush stood in between the Peony and Hydrangea bushes, its burgundy petals standing out against the bright colors of the other flowers. “It’s more beautiful in person, isn’t it?” Lily said, pointing. “I don’t think I can fully capture it on paper.” Miles took a step closer, his gaze sweeping around the garden. “You did a good job,” he murmured. “Your garden is really beautiful.” Lily crossed her arms and grinned. “Thank you. my mom and cousin did everything. I don’t really know much about flowers.” Miles set his sketchbook on the garden table, opening his pencil case. “I already feel inspired.”