The Flower That Grew from Ashes novel Chapter 180

Time flowed as steadily and quietly as the waters in the Oslo fjords.

Before she knew it, Annelise had been living in Norway for exactly two years.

This second year had passed far more peacefully than her first.

There were no dramatic invitations from Paris.

Nor were there any violent, hate-filled collisions with her bleeding past.

Her life was insulated by a slow, unshakeable sense of routine.

Her days consisted of arranging flowers, teaching, attending language classes, and having her weekly video session with Dr. Collins.

At the shop, she would warmly greet and joke around with the regulars, whose names she now knew by heart.

And during the long, suffocating polar nights, she had finally mastered the art of sleeping soundly.

Her life mirrored the slow-growing plants enduring the cold Nordic air.

There were no earth-shattering bursts of sudden blooming.

But her roots were steadily, relentlessly digging deeper and wider into the dark soil.

Thanks to Sophia, who had proven herself to be a phenomenal assistant, Daisy Flower's operations were smoother than ever.

The 'floral experience class' Annelise had initially launched twice a month was now held three times a week, and every single slot sold out.

Responding to her students' requests, she had even developed a more rigorous and structured 'Advanced Floral Aesthetics' course.

Among her students was a girl named Emma, a former bank employee. Having shown incredible natural talent and undeniable passion, Annelise had hired her full-time, making her the shop's third employee.

For the first time in a long time, Annelise's life no longer felt like a tightly wound top spinning out of control.

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