The Flower That Grew from Ashes novel Chapter 81

Let her smell the scent of betrayal and humiliation in the fragrance of every single flower.

The eyes of everyone in the restaurant were focused on Annelise Sargent.

A subtle, triumphant gleam flashed through the depths of Clarissa Sherwood's eyes.

The hand Hackett Lehman used to hold his coffee cup paused slightly; behind his glasses, his gaze was complex and indiscernible.

Annelise looked up, her face wearing its usual docile and calm smile.

She didn't decline, nor did she hesitate even for a fraction of a second.

"Of course, Lizzie."

She nodded gently, agreeing with crisp efficiency.

"It's my privilege. I will make sure Elias and Clarissa's wedding is absolutely beautiful."

Her tone was so sincere that even Lizzie Zucker couldn't find a single flaw in it.

The next day, Annelise took Harriet to the largest floral market in the city.

She didn't choose the red roses that symbolized passionate love, nor did she select the luxurious, extravagant peonies.

For this wedding, she picked two primary flowers.

Pure white daisies and pure white calla lilies.

The florist looked at her selection in confusion.

"Mrs. Lehman, this... using so many white flowers for a wedding, won't it be a bit too stark?"

Annelise traced the delicate, layered petals of a daisy, a nostalgic smile touching her lips.

"My mother-in-law told me that when Elias was alive, his absolute favorite flowers were daisies."

Her voice was soft and steady, as if narrating a touching story.

"He said the daisy means 'love hidden deep in the heart.'"

Then, she picked up a graceful calla lily, holding it up against the sunlight to inspect it carefully.

"As for the calla lily, it represents 'unwavering loyalty and two hearts becoming one.'"

She turned to the florist, smiling gently and harmlessly.

"I don't think there are any flowers more suitable for this wedding. Wouldn't you agree?"

The florist was taken aback by her words, nodding repeatedly in agreement.

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