As Camille entered the shop, the air was immediately filled with the delicate and soothing scent of flowers. The place was bathed in a soft, warm glow from the sunlight filtering through the windows.
Wooden shelves adorned with potted plants lined the walls. The countertops displayed an array of bouquets and arrangements, each a carefully curated mix of colors and textures.
The sound of trickling water echoed softly from a corner where a quaint tabletop fountain sat. There was also a hand-painted chalkboard on the wall that listed the daily specials.
Overall, the interior was homey and quite comfortable.
The clerk, a pretty young girl with honey-brown eyes, greeted Camille with a smile.
“Hello, ma’am,” she said politely. “What kind of flowers would you like?”
Camille smiled back. “I’
