He stops by for flowers on the regular. A gift for his wife or girlfriend? Turns out he’s on the hunt for a certain type of flower. My flower.
It’s my dream come true—a little flower shop and plant nursery all of my own. I’ve got the perfect name, Jasmine, regular customers, but there’s a new customer in particular.
Not only is he insanely good-looking, and older, he causes my heart to flutter and my blood to warm.
Then I find out he’s single, one of the most eligible bachelors in the city. So who is he buying all those flowers for?
It just so happens he’s on the look out for the perfect flower. And that flower is me. But will he only pluck my petals and discard me or help me bloom?