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She noticed the newly launched Blossom shop, blossom has not had any shops in the past and has been designing solely for private individuals and companies. Her designs are sold in high-end shops and everyone is eager and always waiting for her very next design after a release. Before Ariel could react her mother-in-law dragged her into the shop, it had wedding dresses of all kinds and magnitude displayed perfectly, every color, for bridesmaids and groom as well, the dresses were more than magnificent.

Before Jessica could utter another desperate plea, the heavy bass of the ambient music cut out with a sharp, jarring screech. The candles flickered as a hidden ventilation system kicked into overdrive, pumping a sudden, freezing draft into the Conservatory. The hairs on Lolita’s arms stood on end. Franco stepped to the centre of the room, his glass empty, his expression shifting from a man entranced by a beautiful display of dominance back to the cold, calculating architect of the Apex Bloom.

Fortunately, there were signs that told the names and prices of each plant as well as a little fact about them. We reached the cherry blossom section, where I was greeted by a stunning sight. Rows of yoshino cherry trees lined the path, creating a canopy of white and pink blossoms. The sun shone through the petals, creating a soft glow. A gentle breeze flowed through the canopy making the flowers sway and fall like snowflakes. I snatched one of the petals mid-air and admired its delicate beauty. Delicate just like my baby’s life. I walked closer to one of the yoshino cherry trees and touchedits smooth bark. A cluster of flowers adorned its branches and I inhaled their almond scent and smiled

With a determined yet gentle stride, he ventured into the field, his keen eyes seeking the perfect bloom to present. As he meandered through the sea of wildflowers, the delicate fragrance of the blossoms wafted through the air, leaving a trail of nature's perfume in his wake. The sunlit petals danced in harmony with the wind, creating an ethereal spectacle that framed Liam's silhouette against the picturesque landscape. After a thoughtful search, his fingers delicately traced the contours of a pristine blossom. With a skilled pluck, he liberated the flower from its earthly tether. Cradling the bloom in his hand like a precious gem, he returned to where I awaited, the flower a symbol of the f

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.

After Lena left the building, she drove to the flower shop, but the shop only had yellow wax flowers, and it was really hard to find the ones in bright red. She ran to three flower shops in a row, but couldn't find any. Feeling a bit discouraged, she quickly called Keon to ask if there were any wild plum blossoms near the outskirts of Westfell. Keon was still at her home organizing various documents. It was almost New Year, and there was a lot of accumulated information. "Ms. Dawson, there were many types of plum blossoms, which one did you want?" Lena carefully recalled the appearance of the plum blossom last time, it was very unique, "pure red, the flowers were gorgeous."

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

The following Saturday, Lucas took me to the botanical gardens just outside the city. It was his idea—something about needing to “breathe in real oxygen” after a long week of screen time and meetings. I agreed, half-joking that if the plants didn’t cure our burnout, at least they’d look good in photos. We walked the gravel paths slowly, past rows of climbing ivy, soft-blooming dahlias, and trees dressed in their late-autumn rust. The air was crisp, the kind that clears your head without demanding anything in return.

After soothing both our families, Edward and I had just settled into the bridal suite for a moment of peace when an unexpected visitor showed up. Alfred and Becky burst in, dragging Trevin with them, and blurted out urgently, "Ms. Lawrence, Trevin just got a bit mixed up. We know we've spoiled him rotten, but deep down, he's still got eyes only for you! And… and he was trying to save someone. Can't you cut him some slack?" I was perched on Edward's hip, looking at them with a mix of amusement and contempt. "I'm a married woman, Mr. Hoffman. Are you really trying to wedge yourself into this as the homewrecker?"