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Betrayal in Bloom
In the carriage ride home, Juliet clutched the damning bouquet, her mind racing. Who would do this? Who wished to see her reputation in tatters? She had cultivated only friendships among the debutantes and had never given cause for jealousy or rivalry.
Forget-Me-Not Behind the Wall
Margaret read on, following Robert’s experiences as a young American scholar in East Germany during the Cold War. His voice on the page was different—younger, more passionate, less guarded than the professor of literature she’d married.
The Gardener's Lady Slippers
Charles was a master of his craft, known far and wide for his lush rose bushes and sprawling ivy. But there was one flower that had always eluded him—the delicate and elusive lady slipper orchid. Known for its unique beauty, the lady slipper was a flower that Charles had long dreamed of cultivating successfully.
The Schoolmistress of Thistle Creek
Verity Hartley lay still in her narrow bed, the linen sheets crisp against her skin despite the warmth dawning beyond the glass panes. The larkspur grew just outside her window—planted by her own hand in memory of her mother—and it was from their gentle rustling, not the clamor of mining carts or the distant shouts of early risers, that she’d awoken. A lark chirruped atop the garden gate, its warble interrupting the morning hush.
Petals of the Past
The results confirmed what she remembered about lavender representing devotion and loyalty. But her breath caught when she read the complete meaning of white violets: “Let’s take a chance on happiness” was the romantic interpretation, but they also traditionally meant “innocence” and, in some contexts, “secrecy.”
Queen Anne's Sanctuary
The first raindrop struck like a tiny stone, splattering on a broad leaf below. Bramble’s wings faltered as more droplets followed, heavy and relentless.