The Estrada women are no ordinary florists, however: They grow magical blooms used for truth serums, memory removers and dangerous, desirable love potions.
Soon Harlow is caught up in the delivery of a bonding bouquet for an older couple, and flirting with the bouquet customer’s attractive, mysterious grandson.
It’s hilarious at the start, heartbreaking toward the end, and full of places you want to dive into and never leave.
These are simple questions, but they are simple the way a blade is simple, and Cervantes makes their edge palpable.
Perfect for flaying open your heart on a summer afternoon, with a glass of something cool to soothe the sting.
Persons:
Estrada, Harlow, Ben, it’s, we’ve, Cervantes