Chapter 4 — Valentine’s Day Mayhem

Flora

Mornings at Bloom Vine were typically serene—a quiet hum of activity as Flora arranged fresh deliveries, adjusted vases, and greeted the occasional early-bird customer. But this Valentine’s Day morning was a tempest disguised as a floral celebration. The air was thick with the heady scent of roses, eucalyptus, and lavender—usually soothing, but today cloying under the sharp tang of panic. The shop, normally an oasis of calm, had become a battlefield of toppled stems and misplaced ribbons.