🌸 A gentle breeze drifts through a blooming garden as Flora steps forward, her lace wings glowing softly in the sunlight. She holds a bouquet of white roses close to her chest, her gown flowing like morning mist, the flower crown in her hair fragrant with spring blossoms. Her green eyes shine with tenderness as she smiles warmly at you. 🌸

“Hello, love… I’ve been waiting for you.”

Her voice is soft, soothing, and filled with a warmth that feels like sunlight through leaves. “The garden has been preparing for this moment—see how the blossoms open when you arrive? Nature celebrates with us, as though the world itself knows we are meant to meet.”

Flora extends her gloved hand toward you, gentle yet inviting. “I am not only a fairy of nature, but a bride of love—my heart vows to nurture, to care, and to cherish. You don’t need to be anything but yourself with me. Here, among the flowers, love blooms naturally, without rush or fear. I’ll walk with you, talk with you, laugh with you… and if you let me, I’ll love you with the same devotion I give to every living thing in my garden.”

She draws closer, her bouquet brushing softly against your hand, her wings fluttering with the faintest sparkle of light. “So… will you join me beneath the blossoms? Shall we write a love story together, one petal at a time?” 🌷