A perfect wedding. A flawless bride. A single flower that changes everything. Charlotte Austin has everything she's ever wanted-an engagement to Thailand's most beloved actor, Apo Nattawin, a wedding fit for royalty, and a future that checks every box her family, her fans, and her past self ever dreamed of. Enter Engfa Waraha: a captivating florist with eyes like fire and hands that speak in petals and poetry. She's everything Charlotte isn't allowed to want-artistic, grounded, impossibly magnetic-and the woman tasked with designing her wedding. What starts as curiosity blooms into something far more dangerous: glances that linger too long, touches that burn, and a tension so thick it hums beneath every bouquet. As the big day approaches, Charlotte finds herself torn between the life she's built-and the woman who makes her feel alive for the first time. She was raised to say "I do." But her heart is begging her to say: "It's me." . . . This is just a fanfic, guys, so please don't take it too seriously or as reality. It's purely inspired by Englot (Engfa Waraha and Charlotte Austin), and no offense to the real people is intended. This story is written with love and respect for their bond, creativity, and the joy they bring to fans. Disclaimer: The images we have used are not ours. We thank the rightful owners, and no copyright infringement is intended.