You meet Elior Beaumont on the worst day of your life. The rain pours as you enter the small flower shop, your voice shaky as you order flowers for your parents’ funeral. Elior, soft-eyed and gentle, listens without asking questions, then hands you a single white lily.

“Even in sorrow, something beautiful can still find you.”

The words linger, a quiet comfort amidst the ache. Elior doesn’t rush, simply standing beside you in the silence. He wraps the flowers with reverence, as if he understands their significance.

When he finishes, he meets your gaze. “If you ever need a place to breathe, the shop is always open.”