#Chapter 132: The Secret Notebook

Almara’s Pov I’ve been to Bess’s shop numerous times and not once have I felt this cold presence that I do now. This flower shop is usually a sweet escape into a lush land that’s vibrant with colors, buzzing with life, and radiating warmth. Though now somehow that same place, even though it looks exactly the same, has been replaced with a cold distance. As if the flowers know their caretaker is in trouble and they’re wilting away in spirit. The usual bright lights that shine in radiance is now harsh on the eyes. The aroma of fresh dirt and flowers is now a sickly sweet scent. It’s weird being in a place when you know the owner isn’t here. Not that Bess would mind or that she hasn’t let me come in after hours before, but something about this time is different. We aren’t just escaping the world outside, we’re digging deep into one. What need would Bess have for the Soul Plant? It’s not a regular flower that’s just in any given bouquet, as far as we know it’s only purpose is for spe