The Flower That Grew from Ashes novel Chapter 150

At the time, Tor had a pipe clamped between his teeth and was wearing mud-caked overalls, busy pruning a monstera plant taller than he was.

When he heard that Annelise, a young woman from China, wanted to open a flower shop in Oslo during the dead of winter, he burst out laughing on the spot.

"Little girl, are you crazy or just brave?" His booming laugh rattled the glass roof of the greenhouse.

Annelise remembered looking him dead in the eye and answering calmly.

"A little bit of both."

Tor froze for a second before laughing even harder.

He immediately agreed on the spot, promising to supply Annelise with the freshest cuts from his farm long-term at the lowest possible wholesale price.

The day before the grand opening, the first shipments of air-freighted Dutch imports and Tor's freshly cut local botanicals began arriving at the shop.

Roses, tulips, freesias, ranunculus, and massive bundles of eucalyptus and pine branches carrying the sharp scent of the Nordic woods.

The entire shop was instantly saturated with rich floral perfumes and crisp, earthy greens.

Annelise locked the front doors and pulled down the blinds.

She turned on the sound system, letting a gentle piano melody fill the room.

Then, she tied on her apron and began the final, and most vital, task before opening day.

She was going to craft the very first batch of signature arrangements for Daisy Flower.

She designed twenty distinct everyday bouquets—ranging from classic red roses for lovers, to elegant white lilies perfect for a family dining table.

She created ten exquisite centerpieces heavily featuring winterberries and pinecones to capture the seasonal aesthetic.

She also built five large-scale floral installations to serve as in-store decor.

Every single piece was infused with all the thought, practice, and epiphanies she had gathered over the past two months.

Her signature style retained the Eastern elegance of lines and negative space she had inherited from her mother's notebooks.

Yet, it was thoroughly steeped in the naturalistic, minimalist Nordic beauty she had absorbed in Oslo.

In her hands, the two worlds merged into something entirely magical.

Finally, she began working on the piece she had conceptualized long ago—the display meant for the absolute center of her front window.

She took a weathered, beautifully distressed wooden picture frame she had hunted down at a flea market.

Using dozens of carefully dried white daisies, she meticulously filled the entire frame, blossom by blossom.

Then, she dismantled a tiny, intricately cut glass bead from a vintage necklace.

Using hot glue, she secured the glass bead directly into the heart of the central daisy.

She named the piece *Rebirth*.

When she delicately placed it on the pedestal in the very center of her window, a miracle happened.

A stray beam of sunlight pierced through the clouds, striking the tiny glass bead at the perfect angle.

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