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

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

from Thymion. This is no

or two about the topic exclaimed when she saw this

in a state

when she saw that

bar operator know how to

to what she heard, floral art from Thymion was much more arduous than the floral

woman knows how to do it. What does this

withdrew her own surprised gaze as resentment

arrangement. With a wave of her hand, she gestured to her staff to follow

the work was close to completion and Sabrina was

have lunch, Sasha. Let’s go!” She beckoned to

the bar’s entrance. Upon entering the premises,

“Sabrina?”

who was still barking out

“Devin? You’re back!”

out a cry of exhilaration, she stopped short of jumping for joy when she saw the handsome man

was just passing through the area. What are you

could be better described as not as forthcoming as he

though. She was already over the moon when she learned that the man came by to ask her