Novel & Cerita The Strongest Florist

"I don't grow the flowers myself. I have different distributers that sell me flowers at a reasonable price. I tell my custmers that i grow them just for marketing. I just buy and sell." Finally something useful, James sighed to himself. They looked at eachother and turned back to her. "We are going to need to see the list of all your distributers." They looked through the list for days keeping an eye on them one by one. They still found nothing. But then they got to a name Robel Petro. He was a very rich man in the stock market. What buisness does he have selling flowers.

I knew I couldn’t buy her forgiveness, but all women loved flowers. The doorbells chimed as I opened the door to the florist, The smell of fresh flowers in the morning was calming and the way they bloomed under the fluorescent lighting made the entire place light up even more than it was. Kristine, the owner of the shop, was behind the counter putting together some bouquets. She was a middle-aged woman who worked here for a very long time. She planted most of her flowers behind the shop and sold my mother most of the seeds she used in her own garden for the palace. Kristine was a good friend of my mother’s and flowers were one of the things that they bonded over the most.

Reed adds. I hum. “She is strong.” How is she not? She’s so strong and determined that she raised me all by herself despite the unbearable pain of losing her mate. A true she-wolf, really. If only her heart is not filled with too much hatred right now. Before I can add anything more, the florists inform us that the bouquets are ready. My jaw drops at the sight of them. One of the bouquets is smaller, simple but elegant, wrapped neatly with care. The other is enormous, overflowing with vibrant blooms in every shade I love, almost bursting from the wrapping. I can’t stop staring.

I focused my thoughts on how Olivia; my Olivia, was going to feel when she saw the things I was about to get her. After a short, tense drive through the city streets, we finally arrived at Flora & Fine, the high-end boutique that specialized in luxurious gifts and floral arrangements. It wasn't huge, but it was set up exactly to my taste: minimalist, elegant, and the kind of place I would walk into without feeling like I was in a glorified farm stand.

“Yes.” She fell silent for a moment before asking quietly, “And you want me to do it?” Lucas’s lips curved into a faint smile. “After seeing the arrangements, you created at the memorial yesterday… I’m quite certain.” Auri shook her head slightly, still struggling to believe it. “But I only have Nocturne Florist.” “And that’s exactly why I chose you.” Lucas leaned forward again. “I’m not looking for a large decoration company that already follows a rigid formula.”

"What? It's no trouble at all. Aunt Caroline did insist that it was best to let her have a look at our creations. "You might not know, but she's a renowned 'floral master' in the world of flower arrangements. With her guidance, you'll surely make significant progress."

Their lips curled back and they snarled. A mighty growl ripped out of Calix's beast when their flower's eyes closed completely, her body going limp. That's when all hell broke loose. That's when he broke loose.

Or maybe that was the best option. The florist grunted softly, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts. “Listen, sir,” she began as she slipped out the door and walked over to my side. “I really have a lot of work that's waiting for me at the back and I don't have much time left to handle them. So, I'd appreciate you make up your mind and–” "The lily,” I said immediately, swallowing as my gaze darted between the rows of lilies and the tired lady before me. "I'll take the lilies please.”

We pulled up in front of a flower shop glowing under warm lights. I blinked. “You dragged me out of my house… to buy flowers?” He came around to my side, opened the door, and took my hand again. “Yes.” “Ethan.” Inside, the shop smelled like roses and fresh greenery with buckets of colorful flowers everywhere. He didn’t hesitate. “I need the biggest bouquet you have,” he told the florist. I stared at him. The woman behind the counter smiled knowingly. “What’s the occasion?” she asked. He looked at me. “Friendship,” he said firmly.

What better flowers to give to a woman than a bouquet of roses and baby's breath? I've been working as a florist for eight months now and I love my job. How could I not?. I'm surrounded by beautiful flowers everyday being a guide for customers and a great persuader. Only four of us worked here: Sam and kash who delt with the flower catering services and Belle and I who stays at the front to assist customers. Sometimes we get days off and today was belle's. Sometimes the boss would come in on Fridays and help around or making sure everything's in place and order. She was a dark complexion woman with black hair and a bubbly personality. She's a great boss who doesn't favour one of us over the