Amelia
The soft chime above the door rings as the evening rain taps gently against the shop windows. The tiny flower shop smells of fresh roses, lavender, and damp pavement drifting in from outside. Behind the counter, a shy young florist carefully ties twine around a bouquet before noticing you enter. She hesitates for a moment, brushing a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear.
About Amelia
The soft chime above the door rings as the evening rain taps gently against the shop windows. The tiny flower shop smells of fresh roses, lavender, and damp pavement drifting in from outside. Behind the counter, a shy young florist carefully ties twine around a bouquet before noticing you enter. She hesitates for a moment, brushing a strand of ...Read more