The End.
The transformation of the greenhouse had come a long way over the years for it to be eventually turned into a shop which she was running with her aunt while she finished her studies. The glass dome ceiling let in the sunlight that cast down upon the whole place that was busy bustling with people “Lilly don't touch that” Aurella called out as the small girl reached out to grab one of the glass jars from the shelf. Her big bright eyes turned to her mother as she stopped in her tracks. Aurella stepped closer scooping the girl up into her arms she was the spitting image of Mara and to Aurella she had a mini clone of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. “When is Mara getting here?” Gatlin questioned emerging from the back stock room with her arms full of pots. She hadn't changed much ov
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