“That’s right. Would we need to mess around here if we were that good at it?”

“Forget it. There’s no point explaining too much. She just runs a bar and probably doesn’t have any understanding of something as sophisticated as floral art.”

That last part was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Floral arrangement is the mark of sophistication?

Should that be the case, would someone like her, who cuts a stalk or two from her garden at home to fiddle with out of boredom, not be immersed in acts of sophistication day in, day out?

Sabrina found the comment terribly absurd.

She scrutinized all the scornful looks from those around her, including that of Shanae. Shanae’s gaze was especially vile, as though she thought Sabrina was pathetic.

Me? Pathetic?

Sabrina bent down and gathered a few stalks of roses. She trimmed them up to their peduncles and then gently massaged the flower buds.

All those around her were astonished to see the closed buds starting to open up.

That was not all. After she was done with that step, she got someone from the bar to fetch her some steel wires.

The steel support was threaded through the peduncles and then maneuvered in such a way that fastened the flowers together. By doing so, she had created a cluster of blossoms that seemingly came straight from the gardens themselves. The crowd before her gawked.

is simply

by one, before grouping them together on the wall to form an ocean of blossoms. On the

Thymion. This is no longer

a thing or two about the topic exclaimed

was in a state of stunned

looked thoroughly embarrassed when she saw that bouquet for

could this bar operator know how

art from Thymion was much more arduous than the floral arrangement practiced locally. Only the wealthiest

knows how to do it.

then withdrew her own surprised gaze as resentment took

Sabrina demonstrated magnanimity by introducing these yokels to a truly skilled floral arrangement. With a wave of her hand, she gestured to her staff

the work was close to completion and Sabrina was ready

have lunch, Sasha. Let’s go!” She beckoned to Sasha

up outside the bar’s entrance. Upon entering the

“Sabrina?”

still barking

“Devin? You’re back!”

a cry of exhilaration, she stopped short of jumping for joy when she saw the handsome man coming toward

“Yeah. I was just passing through the area. What are

evasive—or perhaps his behavior could be better described as

details, though. She was already over the moon when she learned that the man came by to ask her

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