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.

This is simply

before grouping them together on the wall to form an ocean of blossoms. On the other hand, the proprietress of this bar managed to create

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

who knew a thing or two about the topic

a state of stunned

thoroughly embarrassed when she saw

this bar operator know how to do

arduous than the floral arrangement practiced locally. Only the

to do it. What

withdrew her own surprised

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

was close to completion and Sabrina was

have lunch, Sasha. Let’s go!” She

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

“Sabrina?”

barking out instructions,

“Devin? You’re back!”

of jumping for

her with a nod. “Yeah. I was just passing through the area. What are you doing? Have

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

that much about the details, though. She was already over the