Consumed by anger and driven by a desire for retribution, Rome embarks on a perilous journey to dismantle the very empire he was destined to lead. Amidst the chaos, he crosses paths with Paris Jeon, a charismatic 'florist' harboring a clandestine ag...
The air was heavy with anticipation, the scent of rain lingering on the breeze. I could feel it in the way the clouds pressed down upon the city, in the way the wind whispered through the streets.
I carefully pulled over by the sidewalk, and parked my motorbike, as I got down from it, a few stray drops danced upon my skin, a precursor to the deluge that was sure to follow. The sky was a canvas of gray, the promise of a storm lurking behind the thick clouds.
I pulled my jacket tighter around me, the leather warm against my skin. The sound of my footsteps echoed in the quiet streets, each one a solemn reminder of the day ahead.
The shop is just a few blocks away, but each step felt like a journey unto itself. My mind was a whirlwind of memories, each one threatening to pull me under.
But I pushed forward, driven by a sense of duty and a need to honor the past. As I approached the shop, I could see Yesha waiting for me by the door, a sympathetic smile on her face.
"I think it's about to rain..," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Together, we stepped inside the shop, the warmth of the air a stark contrast to the chill outside.
"The bouquets are ready, I just finished arranging them today just like you wanted ," Yesha said, gesturing towards a table where three sets of flowers sat, each one a testament to love and loss.
These flowers are perfect, Yesha really put in an effort to make these.
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I reached out to touch them, the petals soft beneath my fingertips. They were beautiful, a fitting tribute to those who are ever so dear to me, and although today was only a commemoration of one, I always tend to have three bouquets prepared every year.
"Thank you, Yesha. These are beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
She nodded, her eyes filled with understanding.
"Is Lucas coming in today?" I asked.
"Yesha shook her head. "No, Lucas is currently in Jeju. He left last night for a delivery there," she responded.
Right, I must've forgotten. I sent Lucas to fulfill the delivery in Jeju since I was fully occupied. I couldn't send Yesha; it's not that she can't do deliveries, she is more than capable. But sending a woman to an island poses higher risks, and we can't take that chance.
