Avery opened the door to the flower shop, having stopped her cab just to grab Olivia’s favourite flower—a bright gerbera daisy.
The bell above the door jingled as she stepped in, and she was immediately greeted by a kaleidoscope of colours.
Pots and vases lined the walls, some hanging from hooks or stacked on shelves, while tiny blooms peeped out from the massive jars on the counter.
A subtle, almost dizzying mix of floral scents filled the air as she made her way through the shop; sweet roses, earthy soil, and a hint of lavender mingling in the air.
Everywhere she looked, there was something to catch her eyes, something to intrigue her senses.
A young lady approached her while she admired a peony, feeling its soft petals against her palm.
“Hi! Looking for anything in particular to
