My life wasn't always so simple, selling assortments of flowers in a shop that I call my own. My past sure isn't as pretty as the flowers I sell and I'm okay with that, because pain and suffering is important in order for you to become stronger.
So just why do I still feel the same as I did back then?
Why does the flowers I sell seem to stand out more then me, and why do they seem more free then a girl names Starr hiding in little old New York City from her alcoholic ex fiancé?
But no more complaints about my life , because at least Im living at least I get to help the people who need more help then I do.
Call me whatever you want , but I'm really just a girl who sells flowers...
Ps. My name is Starr.
Tbh I don't really know what I'm doing this will probably get like 25 reads max but eh. Please emjoy if you do decide to read it at all.
Maybe this will be a waste of my time , to write this and come up with ideas for this book. But eh what the heck might as well just write it cause I don't have anything better to do anyways.
There are going to be spelling mistakes cause I'm not a professional editor but just eh.
Either way just enjoy I guess
- neverance
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The billionaires Florist
RomanceStarr wasn't impressed by his wealth or his ego,after her ex she just wanted to be left alone in the quiet life she'd grown used to. To everyone else she was the perfect happy but stubborn girl, but on the inside she was a broken trampled rose. Luc...
