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The workshop in the Heavenly Embassy smelled intoxicatingly sweet. The air was thick with the scent of crushed petals, simmering sap, and something faintly floral, as if magic itself had a fragrance. Charlie leaned against the worktable, one hip jutting out, arms crossed, watching Primrose move around the room like some kind of high priest preparing a ritual. “So,” she drawled, eyeing the neatly organized rows of ingredients, “this is it, huh? The grand finale?” P...

The greenhouse atop the Heavenly Embassy was glowing. Literally. The flowers Charlie had tended weeks ago were now in full bloom, their petals shimmering in hues of gold, blush pink, and deep violet. They almost looked too perfect to touch. Almost. Charlie stood at the entrance, hands on her hips, dressed in her usual stylish ensemble that was entirely inappropriate for gar...

The greenhouse was peaceful. Too peaceful. Rows of neatly maintained plants stretched before Charlotte - Charlie - filling the air with an earthy, floral scent. The soft glow from the enchanted flowers gave the space an ethereal atmosphere, like something out of a painting. And standing right in the middle of it all, looking like the world’s fussiest librarian, was Primrose. Charlie smirked, stepping into the greenhouse with a deliberate sway in her step. The satchel slung ove...

The greenhouse atop the Heavenly Embassy shimmered in the enchanted light, its vibrant flowers glowing softly under the crystalline dome. The air smelled of fresh earth and faintly sweet petals, and Charlotte, Charlie to anyone who wasn’t boring, stood in the middle of it all, watering can in hand, looking far too glamorous for manual labor. “This place is still way...

The morning light filtered through the enchanted crystal ceiling of the Heavenly Embassy’s greenhouse, casting a soft, golden glow on rows of carefully cultivated plants. Charlotte -Charlie- sauntered in with her usual energy, her bright smile practically radiating in the warm light. Primrose was already waiting, of course. His posture was as stiff as ever, his hands meticulously gathering freshly clipped tea leaves...

The greenhouse was a symphony of light and color. Every surface shimmered, every bloom glowed faintly in the enchanted air, and Charlotte, Charlie to her friends, stood at the center of it all, utterly transfixed. Her wide eyes roved over the glowing petals, the iridescent leaves, the vines that seemed to hum with magic. “Oh, wow,” she breathed, tucking a strand of pink-streaked hair behind one fluffy ear. “It�...