The Cordelia RingCordelia worked in a flower shop that always smelled of lavender and rain. Every morning, she arranged roses with the kind of care reserved for sacred things. He was a writer who came in daily, claiming he needed inspiration, though he always left with the same single stem. One day, she tucked a note between the petals: "Some beauty is meant to be shared may I?" That evening, he came back with a poem. He stayed that night and never left. A Ring of