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It took two days. Two days for Vivian to come back from the dead and rise into her new life. She had awoken with a start, her golden eyes opening frantically, feeling a buzz throughout her body. Disoriented and confused, Vivian blinks slightly, wondering where she was. She was laid down on something soft yet cramped… Looking down to her feet, she realized that she was covered in flowers and was holding a bouquet herself. She curses silently, tossing the bouquet away and sitting up. Her head...

Everything was… hazy. Vivian’s memories were a blur, and she only remembered things in parts.   There was a late customer. A beautiful woman with white long hair and a knowing, fang toothed smile. They were talking, and Vivian was showing her rare and exquisite blooms when suddenly… the woman had attacked her! For what reason, Vivian could not tell, as her head was spinning and her senses were dulling but she knew one thing, one thing for sure.   She was go...

The one thing Vivian was truly passionate about, was roses. Out of all flowers, roses were the most majestic, most passionate, most romantic flower that ever existed, and every single rose that she cultivated was months of diligent care and attention. To Vivian, tending to these beauties was not only an occupation but a life calling. And due to this, Lady Calla was dreadfully curious about getting to know this lovely mortal whose life’s work was tending to som...