The Flower Room Novels & Stories

Opening the door to a nicely furnished bedroom, his face soft, he gestured for Violet to enter. "Violet, this was my sister's room. My father has been renovating it over and over with the hope that one day she would come back. It's your room now." Violet's eyes widened as she took in the spacious room: soft lavender on the walls, with delicate silver Shannon accents that shimmered in the light. A huge plush bed sat in the center of the room, dripping in fine linens. Tall windows looked out over the gardens, and above hung a small crystal chandelier, casting a warm glow throughout the room.

I stopped in the doorway, utterly stunned by what I saw. The room was bathed in soft candlelight, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. But what took my breath away were the flowers – dozens, maybe hundreds of grey roses filled the space, their petals shimmering as if dusted with frost, catching and reflecting the moonlight that streamed through the large windows. I had never seen anything like it. The beauty was overwhelming, almost otherworldly. "Do you like them?" Florian asked softly, watching my reaction. I couldn't find words, could only nod as I stepped further into the room, reaching out to gently touch one of the nearest blooms.

I finally forced the words out. “Who is Marietta? And why do you keep calling me by her name?” Lucas did not answer right away. Instead he turned and began walking. I followed. He led me to a door framed with careful decoration. When he pushed it open, a flood of bright light poured out, so intense I had to lift both hands and shield my eyes. The room beyond was filled with flowers—roses everywhere, layered and overflowing. Beautiful notes and cards covered the surfaces, each one designed with intricate floral patterns and colored in shades I had never seen before in my life.

"Oh, that means you don't feel embarrassed if the gossip spreads and everyone in this office finds out about me or counts the time, how long you last with me." He responded to my long words with a small chuckle. The elevator dinged and the elevator doors opened, we arrived at a different floor. There are many closed rooms. Here it's like a big ballroom without any chairs. In every corner, there is a large flower vase that holds large, fresh flowers. My feet continued to follow him and my eyes continued to explore every corner of the room. Arriving at the door, he pressed his thumb and the door opened. "Is this your room, Mr.Evan?"

I walk inside, and the door clicks shut behind me. I stop in my tracks. The room is huge and beautiful, but it doesn't look like a business meeting. There are thousands of white roses everywhere. Candles are lit on every surface, filling the air with a sweet, warm scent. Soft music is playing from hidden speakers. I walk further into the room, my heels clicking on the polished floor. I expected to see a table full of men in suits, but the space is empty. Then, I see it. At the far end of the room, there is a massive wall of flowers. Built into the roses are glowing lights that form words. My breath catches in my throat as I read them.

“Pastries up in a couple of minutes. I think we’ve got pain au chocolat and cheese danishes left.” He'd gone back to staring into the distance, but perked up when he smelled the coffee. I make good coffee. “Thanks for the flowers,” I said. “They’re lovely! Where’d you get them? I thought sunflower season was over already.” He lifted his mug and took a sip. I waited. “The Bloom Room,” he said. “Just off Fifth Street.” “Downtown,” I said. “All kinds of good stores, but never enough parking. You always have to park somewhere else and walk. Which is fine, unless it’s raining!” I laughed.

She pushed open the door to the flower shop where Hailey worked, a tiny bell jingling above her. The shop was an explosion of colors and scents. Brightly colored blooms filled the space, from sunflowers to roses, orchids to tulips. The air was rich with the fragrance of fresh flowers, creating a soothing contrast to Katherine's excessively raging thoughts. The walls were lined with shelves displaying delicate vases and decorative pots, each meticulously arranged to showcase the vibrant beauty of the flowers within.

Because that was all I'd had time to pack, ten minutes in my flat while Damien's driver waited downstairs and my neighbour watched from her doorway with enormous eyes and zero shame. Damien's housekeeper, a small neat woman named Gloria who regarded me with cautious warmth, showed me to my room. It was bigger than my entire flat. The bed alone was bigger than my entire flat. There were fresh flowers on the dresser; white peonies, expensive, lovely and I stood looking at them for a long moment before I realised someone had put thought into that. Someone had decided a room needed flowers today. I didn't know if it was Damien or Gloria and I was too afraid to ask.

The furnitures were the same as those in the Minister’s room, with a desk and a small bookshelf beside it, a couch and an armchair with dark orange leather, a coffee table, and a wardrobe. It was quite baffling that his room could be in the Flower Wing where there should only be girls allowed, so Jai asked Carrola that. The charming scholar chuckled as he pulled out a book from the bookshelves. He then gestured them to the couch. “My room isn’t in the Flower Wing. It is still near the main hall, so you can say my room is before the entrance to the Flower Wing.” “So where does that makes your room at?” Darrion asked as he and Jai sat at the couch while Carrola sat in the armchair.

They finally got into their room and Celine couldn't help gasping. Somehow a blush appeared on her cheek. The bed was decorated romantically with flowers. The flowers were in the shape of love. The flowers were of red and white colors and the room was filled with romantic fragrance. It looked exactly like a wedding chamber. She looked around and her eyes settled on the man's face. He was trying to hide a mischievous smile. She glared at him. He must have told them to do it.