On a sunny afternoon in early May, the flower shop was as busy as ever.
Sophia was swiftly assisting a customer who had pre-ordered the Ephemeral Collection, explaining the day's featured bloom—an incredibly rare black calla lily with a velvet-like texture.
Meanwhile, Annelise was at the workstation in the back room, constructing a massive floral arch for an outdoor wedding scheduled that weekend.
Just then, a young man in a postal uniform pushed open the door and walked in.
"Excuse me, which of you is Ms. Annelise Sargent?" the postman asked in Norwegian, holding a thick manila envelope covered in airmail stickers.
She stepped down from her ladder, wiped her hands, and walked over. "That's me."
As she took the envelope, her heart suddenly sank.
The sender's address was written in English.
Cresthaven, the Lehman Group Headquarters.
And the sender's name was Elias Lehman.
She stood behind the counter for a long time, just holding the letter.
It wasn't until Sophia peeked over curiously and asked, "Anne, who's the letter from? Family?" that she finally snapped out of it.
She shook her head and slipped the envelope into her pocket. "An... old friend."

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