Flowers have always been the best communicators. They’ve mastered falling over one another in the perfect way that announces exactly what they need: sunlight, water, space. They do not rush. They do not bloom before their time. They do not take without giving in return… They are nothing like the rest of London. Between trying to keep her north London flower shop, The Lotus, afloat and falling for a flatmate, Lucy Bernstein is going to have to rethink everything she knows about “creative arrangements.” Unwillingly becoming one of eight flatmates in a quirky warehouse conversion would have been difficult enough without any romantic entanglements, but when Lucy lays eyes on Henry Baker, the traveling photographer who only comes home twelve weekends a year, she knows her hands will be full with more than just posies.