In this small world, he was the god who controlled everything. Blooming, withering, fading, blossoming, it was all his to command.
I couldn't understand what Aiden was saying. A flower was just a flower. It bloomed when it wanted, fell when it was time. Why bother with all that?
That was when Eryn Ziegler, who was helping us move the flowers that day, suddenly lifted her head.
"You're right, Professor Sanders. I love this feeling too," Eryn agreed. "The quality of flowers depends entirely on how diligently the gardener cultivates them. Look how well this iris is growing. I've taken such good care of it."
They first met one fall with the irises in full bloom. The flowers were the reason, but I also took part in it.
After that, Aiden started ordering flowers from Eryn regularly. Roses, peonies, magnolias, lilacs …
Our villa was slowly transforming into a sky garden and their relationship grew closer and closer.
Then, one day, Aiden suddenly offered to sponsor Eryn's education. "She's only a teenager, remarkably intelligent and willing to work hard. It would be a pity to let such talent go to waste."