Flower Goddess ||{BWWM}
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This story's era plays itself during the Greek mythology time before Christ. Antheia is a girl that lives with her mother near the city. She kept herself away from all of the unknown, hoping to hide herself from the world. Until she meets someone that will start a new chapter in her life. Will that one mistake be the beginning of Antheia's fate and the start of her journey ? Will she accept it or will she lose to the battle of love?
**DISCLAIMER: English isn't my first language, so I'm open for any type of language criticism*
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