Novel & Cerita Sister Golden Flower Art

“Hold out your hand, big sister of an inconvenient woman.” She bristles at sister. Good. That braid still has pull. I take her third finger and slide a bead-ring over the knuckle. Green wax seals it, tiny teeth mark the join, a fox scout’s signature. The ring sits wrong on her hand. All our art looks wrong on people who hunger instead of thirst. She admires it anyway, because she is not immune to shine.

Elizabeth felt that she really shouldn't feel upset about not getting through to James just now. "Did he ask you to put the powder on top?" The petals were glittering with golden light and looked very dazzling. "No, we are not able to do that." Linda shook her head with a smile, "The petals are topped with the diamond powder polished from top yellow diamonds. Our flower shop doesn't have a professional polishing tool like that." "..." Although Elizabeth heard that there was gold powder on top, she didn't really think so. She only thought it was a decoration. How could she know that it was...

A sick thrill flashed in Cora's eyes, but she hid it fast. "Want to go in and look?" she offered sweetly. "I have lots of rare herbs. Maybe it'll spark some ideas." She thought I was going to brainstorm a new finale recipe. The greedy bitch couldn't wait. "Really?" I looked at her with fake gratitude. "Of course!" Cora pulled out her keys. "We're sisters. What's mine is yours." She opened the door herself. The room was packed with priceless herbs. Glow-spores, silverleaf, moon-dew... all top-tier.

No one would make me small in her memory. I walked to the table. The other ladies glanced over—curious, faintly amused, waiting for the inevitable disaster. I picked up a single moonflower, twirled it once between my fingers with lazy confidence, and snapped the first thorn clean off with a flick of my nail. No knife. No blood. Several heads turned. A soft murmur rippled outward. Ella stepped forward, voice dripping honeyed condescension. “Sister, let me show you how it’s done.”

Everything had softened into cream and pale gold. Even the walls had changed. I stopped before the main hall. The yellow sunflower painting which was my favorite was gone. In its place hung a new canvas: two intertwined flowers, pale and fragile, their stems curling around each other. They were twin flowers, a species I recognized very well. Growing up, Laura used to have a smaller similar canvas on the wall of her room. My lips curved slowly. This was definitely her doing. I studied the painting a moment longer, my wolf watching through my eyes with cool detachment.

But it wasn't the structure that took my breath away—it was what was inside. I pushed open the door, and the scent hit me like a physical wave. Jasmine. Thousands of white jasmine flowers, their heady, sweet fragrance filling the humid air. Mixed in were the orchids I loved and the lilies that had been my mother’s favorite. It was a cathedral of growth. In the center, where the old stone fountain had once been stained with Sarah’s blood, there was a new installation. A bronze sculpture of two young girls, their hands joined, looking toward the horizon.

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

And the flower that might save a kingdom. The golden flower glowed like the first ray of sunlight after a funeral. Its petals shimmered with a soft, haunting gold, nestled between jagged stones slick with monster blood and the charred remains of what used to be a goblin commander. I crouched down, my body aching, and carefully plucked the flower, cradling it like it was a newborn star. “Well, if this thing doesn’t cure curses,” I muttered under my breath, “it better at least cure my split ends.”

I thought they were perfect. My poniard was already hugging securely around my thigh. I could feel the oozing aura of battle coming out from Ponpon. I knew that he was well and ready for today whatever happens. “The flowers,” he reminded me. I sighed and looked at them. I snatched them from the table and placed them inside my breast magnet-closed pocket. I went out of my room and found my sister waiting for me by the door. She was already dressed in a suit like me but of color pink. She looked so fetching in it. She smiled at me almost awkwardly and stepped closer to me. Her fresh wildflower scent reached up to my nose.