The Love that Never Really Dies

“That’s right. Would we need to mess around here if we were that good at it?”

“Forget it. There’s no point explaining too much. She just runs a bar and probably doesn’t have any understanding of something as sophisticated as floral art.”

That last part was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Floral arrangement is the mark of sophistication?

Should that be the case, would someone like her, who cuts a stalk or two from her garden at home to fiddle with out of boredom, not be immersed in acts of sophistication day in, day out?

Sabrina found the comment terribly absurd.

She scrutinized all the scornful looks from those around her, including that of Shanae. Shanae’s gaze was especially vile, as though she thought Sabrina was pathetic.

Me? Pathetic?

Sabrina bent down and gathered a few stalks of roses. She trimmed them up to their peduncles and then gently massaged the flower buds.

All those around her were astonished to see the closed buds starting to open up.

That was not all. After she was done with that step, she got someone from the bar to fetch her some steel wires.

The steel support was threaded through the peduncles and then maneuvered in such a way that fastened the flowers together. By doing so, she had created a cluster of blossoms that seemingly came straight from the gardens themselves. The crowd before her gawked.

is simply

been painstakingly stringing the flowers, one by one, before grouping them together on the wall to form an ocean of blossoms. On the other hand, the proprietress of this bar

the floral art from Thymion. This is no longer floral arrangement but a work

Someone who knew a thing or two about the topic exclaimed when she saw

was in a state of stunned

too, looked thoroughly embarrassed when she saw that

could this bar operator

the floral arrangement practiced locally. Only the wealthiest folks had the means to

knows how to do

own surprised gaze as resentment took

to a truly skilled floral arrangement. With a wave of her hand, she gestured to her staff

the work was close to completion

Let’s go!” She beckoned to Sasha once

out in an olive green military outfit suddenly showed up outside the bar’s entrance. Upon entering the premises, his keen eyes casually swept across the interior

“Sabrina?”

barking out

“Devin? You’re back!”

stopped short of jumping for joy when she saw the handsome

her with a nod. “Yeah. I was just passing through the area. What

little evasive—or perhaps his behavior could be better described as not as forthcoming as

the moon