Sienna's POV:
After Lance and I received our divorce decree, I took over a flower shop in the old district of the city.
In the past, I had also grown flowers at home.
But every time Lance saw them, he would frown.
He would say in a tone that allowed no argument, "Why are you fussing with these things all day? It's not like you're a florist. The person you should care about most right now is Xavier. Put these flowers and plants aside for now."
Every time I heard him say that, the scissors in my hand would stop.
Later, I put the scissors away.
From then on, I never touched flowers or plants again.
Now, I stood in the middle of the flower shop and slowly turned around.
Sunlight shone in through the glass door.
There was a faint fragrance of flowers and plants in the air.
Suddenly,
