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“You are a god among men.”
He preens as he gets to work, remaking breakfast while Jack sits practically on top of me, clutching my hand tightly as if he never wants to let me go.
“I love you. All of you,” I murmur, knowing it’s true and real. This is what love is, no matter how fast, how much fate has already chosen for you, this is love.
And I’m one lucky omega to have found it.
Chapter 47
Lily
The morning sun streams through the large windows of the barn, casting a warm glow over my new shop. It’s been only a few days since the boys surprised me with this incredible gesture, and I’m still in awe every time I step inside. The familiar scent of flowers mingles with the earthy smell of the barn, creating a unique and comforting atmosphere.
I’m arranging a display of fresh sunflowers when the phone rings. Taking a deep breath, I answer cheerfully, “Forget Me Knot, this is Lily speaking. How can I help you?”
“Hello,” a hesitant voice replies. “I’m looking for a bouquet for my wife’s birthday. Something special?”
I smile, already envisioning the perfect arrangement. “Of course! Can you tell me a bit about your wife? What are her favourite colours or flowers?”
As the customer describes his wife’s love for purple and her fondness for lilies, I jot down notes. It’s always a thrill to create something unique for each client, especially new ones who’ve found their way to my relocated shop.
“That sounds lovely,” I say warmly. “I have some beautiful purple lilies that would be perfect as the centrepiece. How aboutwe add some white roses for contrast and some delicate baby’s breath to soften the arrangement?”
The customer agrees enthusiastically, and we finalise the details. As I hang up, I feel a surge of pride. Despite the upheaval of the move, business is thriving. Word has spread quickly about the new location, and curiosity has brought in a steady stream of new customers as well as my regulars, who, as it happens, don’t seem to mind the extra travel.
I’m just finishing up the order form when someone strolls into the shop. My heart skips a beat, expecting the worst, but looking up, I see Councilman Reed striding in, his usual air of importance somewhat softened by the quaint surroundings.
“Miss Bloom,” he greets me jovially.
“Councilman, how are you? I’m glad you’re here. We need to talk about the Summer Fair.”
“I’m good, thanks. You seem to be thriving! And yes, that’s why I’m here. It’s coming up in a couple of weeks, and we need to pin down what we are going to do. I hope you are still on board with the arrangements?”
I nod eagerly. “Of course! I’m honoured. So, did you have any specific themes or colours in mind?”
“We were thinking of a ‘Midsummer Night’s Dream’ theme this year,” Councilman Reed explains. “Lots of whimsical, romantic touches. Do you think you could work with that?”
My mind is already racing with ideas. “Absolutely! We could do garlands of wildflowers, centrepieces with roses and forget-me-nots, maybe even some fairy lights woven through the arrangements...”
The Councilman’s eyes light up. “That sounds perfect, Lily. I knew we could count on you.”
We get down to discussing the boring logistics and budget, but while the budget may be considered low by some standards, this will see me through the winter months, when businesstends to die down. By the time we’re done, I’m buzzing with excitement about the project. It’s a chance to really showcase my skills and creativity.
Just as the Councilman is about to leave, Max appears in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame. “Everything okay here?” he asks, his voice low and protective.
I smile reassuringly. “Everything’s fine, Max. Councilman Reed and I were just discussing the Keeley Summer Fair arrangements.”
Max relaxes visibly, stepping into the shop. “Ah, good. Looking forward to it this year.”
Councilman Reed and Max exchange polite nods as the Councilman leaves. Max pulls me into a warm embrace. “How’s my favourite florist doing today?”
I lean into him, inhaling his comforting scent, which seems stronger today. He is happy—truly happy—and that makes me happy for him. He is following his passion. “Busy, but good. How about you? How’s the writing coming along?”
Max’s eyes light up with excitement. “Actually, I wanted to run something by you. I’ve been working on this fantasy outline...”
As he describes his idea - a world where omegas have hidden magical powers that alphas seek to control - I find myself captivated. “Max, that sounds incredible! I’d definitely read that.”
He beams at my enthusiasm. “Really? I was worried it might be too... I don’t know, derivative?”
