Novel & Cerita Sister Golden Flower Art

My security detail trailed at a discreet distance. As I walked, I passed the small, exclusive art gallery where I had once dreamed of having my own exhibition, a lifetime ago when I was just Amelia Evans, a scholarship student with paint under her fingernails and stars in her eyes. I stopped dead. There, in the window, displayed prominently with a tasteful spotlight, was a painting. It was a stormy seascape, all turbulent greys and slashes of angry blue, but in the center, a single, stubborn shaft of gold light broke through the clouds, illuminating a lone, resilient flower growing from a crack in a cliff face.

I must speak to her then. I let their nannies take care of my pups while I was looking for Sister Rachelle. My sister and I have strongly connected thanks to this galaxy moon necklace which was gifted by our Mother, the Moon Goddess. My mother's name was Lunaria. The color of the galaxy moon necklace bestowed to me by Rachelle was yellow. My favorite color... I saw her in the Luna Queen's garden in the particular place where her favorite flower, stargazer lilies, were planted there. I happened to see Claude as well. Both of them were laying in the grass while looking at the blue sky.

But then, the final piece was unveiled, and the room seemed to shift. The artwork wasn’t a painting after all, but something far more extraordinary. Positioned under a pristine glass dome at the center of the stage was a single flower. Its petals shimmered with a deep crimson hue, their edges glowing faintly with a golden radiance under the spotlight. The room fell into an awed hush as everyone’s eyes fixated on it.

The garden is filled with lilies, it’s like a carpet of yellow, pink, white, purple and multiple colored flowers was thrown on the ground. “Who’s house is this?” Golden asks looking around at the beautiful flowers, she turns to me smiling. She gingerly touches the flowers.. “It belongs to the owner of the restaurant, Mrs. Grootboom.” I say mesmerized by her smile. She looks so happy right now. She looks incredible surrounded by all the colors of the flowers. “They’re so beautiful.” She says letting go of my hand to touch and smell the flowers. She walks a few steps forward and then stops as if she remembered something.

I had exchanged a few text messages and phone calls with the both of them but that count as nothing. Besides, I had a boyfriend. A soulmate who completely understood me, sometimes. Why am I thinking about twins who are clearly crushing on my sister? Though they were very subtle about it, I noticed the way they were staring at Lily. I was almost jealous. Precious arrived wearing a short dress with thin straps and a sun hat. She waved at the salesgirl who has nothing better to do than stand at the counter and watch us, then dropped on the seat beside me and grabbed the doughnut from the tray.

He nodded and left. I wiped away my tears and stood up from the bed, limping to the window. I drew the curtains and the sun pierced through. I could see the lush yard with varieties of flowers. There was a silver swing close to the flowers in rows. I wish I could go sit there. The sun brightens the flamboyant flowers, and colorful butterflies have fun, playing around the flowers. I closed the curtains and face back to the bed. My eyes fell on the forest painting again. Directly to the phoenix. Can’t my sister come back like Phoenix do? The thought crossed my mind. I would be in seventh heaven to have her back. Oh, dear sister. How much have I missed you? Yes, my sister’s demise was part of m

When younger, her mother would ask the family tailors to embroider the flower on the girl's dresses. Artemisia had brooches, hair clips, coats, all with that delicate flower. She had always found those little flowers beautiful, their delicacy captivating the young woman, even though she had never sought the meaning of the flowers. The sixth and final card had another white flower drawn, but it was longer than the spring daffodil and had a few rotated touches. Below was written in gold "Tuberosa". Artemisia looked at Tinea, who still had a certain fear in her eyes, a fear of reading those letters.

Sylvia ignored her. Beside her, Simon asked curiously, "Sylvia, do you know her?" Sylvia said, "Yeah, but we don't get along." She was very blunt. Simon was also a candid person and said, "True. If you were on good terms, she wouldn't be oblivious that you were Sunflower." Tara froze as her face turned pale. 'Sunflower? Sylvia is Sunflower? That master painter, Sunflower, whose works have been the most sought after, is actually her?

Still, it is more than I could ask from her. There was a strange warmth coming from the sister. Though I can’t see her. I could easily feel the gentleness and kindness her eyes must have held. She picked Ravenna up and Ravenna reach for her face and with a swift movement she placed a small handmade crown of flowers she probably made herself on her head. The sister was surprised but soon she hugged her tight and swing her round. I could feel Ravenna giggling again. It was quiet. Ear deafening silence I can’t bear.

" They both had a big fight yesterday and that same yesterday, Ariande got a job at his place. This is not coincidence but destiny." "Ok, enough of your sermon,Gina. There's no way I will like him. He also doesn't like me. He said that I was ugly and he would never want to look at me." Ariande said looking sad. "I think our sister has fallen in love but unfortunately the man she loves doesn't love her." Gina said giggling. "Shut up,Gina. I am not in love with anyone. How can I love someone that I just met yesterday?" Ariande argued further.