Chapter Forty-one

Now...

The sun filtered through penthouse windows, catching on the edges of an unwrapped bouquet lying across the kitchen counter. Half-cut stems and a tangle of floral wires marked the return of something long paused. Evie sat cross-legged on the floor, hands dusty with pollen, scissors clutched in one hand while she stared blankly at the list Tara had drawn up.

Tara was already on her second pot of coffee, moving between their makeshift workstation and the kitchen island, sorting orders.

"You good to handle the Eden Lilies? You've always had a magic touch with those," Tara offered gently, not looking up.

Evie blinked. "I'll try."