[✽] ↪ a sweet floral treat !❞

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• ✿ Username: Diamond Sapphire | Name: Meredith, affectionately called 'Meri' by her family | Gender: Female ✿ •

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When you walk into her kitchen, you can almost immediately tell that Meredith enjoys keeping things nice and organized. Her ingredients are nicely labelled, her cutters placed neatly on a shelf and her wide selections of icings placed in an orderly rainbow fashion on her table. Meredith owns a small notepad as well that she carries around everywhere with her, even when she's not in need of it. But that could simply be of her passionate side. Meredith makes everything with a loving passion and diligence. Her commitment towards the things she makes is everlasting. Meredith, as well, is rather caring. She stands almost like a motherly figure, constantly bombarding her friends with questions, even if they simply fell off their chair for a second but swiftly recovered. Meredith claims that her protectiveness is simply her instinct to make sure everyone is all right. But even so, Meredith herself has a hard time with protecting herself. She's know to be rather sensitive and easy to upset, as well as not being able to handle criticism well.

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Meredith, as well, owns a few pets. First off, an adventurous white furred cat named Primrose. Second, a sweet domestic longhair called Orchid. And finally, a friendly Shetland sheepdog named Hope. Primrose is the oldest out of Meredith's beloved pets, and according to Meredith she's five year old feline. Both of her cats are indoor cats, as Meredith finds the risk too high of them being outdoor felines. Who knows what could happen to them? While Hope, on the other hand, as a dog enjoys the great outdoors. Meredith has also already planned that if she happens to get any future cats they'll be all named affectionately after flowers.

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A few of Meredith's interests are, of course, baking. Meredith also has a small interest for photography, and occasionally snaps a few pictures if she finds the time to. She as well enjoys older, classical music including Beethoven and Mozart, and once and a while you might catch her playing a few classical pieces in her pastry shop. Things she's not exactly a fan of is the season, winter. Icy roads and blizzards are not exactly her favourite thing, and not to mention the frigid air. Meredith doesn't like spiders, as she's a slightly arachnophobic, and quite simply isn't a fan of their creepy eight legs.

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And lastly, quick trivia about Meredith.

• As someone who has to wake up early to go to work each day, she's definitely an early bird
• Always tries hard to follow her mother's footsteps, with both her positive attitude and her baking
• Her dog, Hope, is named after hope that people will soon understand the true meaning of flowers one day
  

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Growing up, Meredith struggled profoundly with decided who she wanted to be. The other kids who surrounded her would ramble on about what they wanted to be when they grew up. Firefighters, police, models, actors, actresses, singers, even become the president. Her friends, as well, would occasionally discuss their hopeful plans for the future, often leaving Meredith behind them in an uncomfortable silence.

Her teachers promised she would figure out who she would truly be when she grew up. As an above average grade student, numerous amounts of her teachers would optimistically say that there would be a wide selection of jobs, swamping her with offers to join the job position. But Meredith wasn't so sure.

The nights where she'd sit at the dinner table and do her homework, she would pester her mother about it. "Momma, what should I be when I grow up?" But she'd always get the same answer. "This is your life, Meri. You decide."

But then Meredith's mother finally introduced her to baking, and the shop her family ran.

Hours upon hours Meredith spent with her mother, getting flour all over their aprons and faces, icing both the cookies and their fingers. Meredith not only enjoyed the process of baking, but spending time with her mother. She finally knew what she wanted to be when she grew up. She wanted to be like her mother.

School whipped by quicker than Meredith expected. But her mother became ill.

Everything was a dizzy blur for Meredith at the time. The only thing she remembered was the time she got an urgent call from her father while she was at school, and the day her mother passed.

Meredith hurried to the hospital where her mother laid almost completely motionless. Meredith could only spot her mother's chest rising up and down to her out of rhythm breaths. Meredith's mother was weak and frail, and Meredith's pain was stronger than anytime she was injured. She wasn't ready to say goodbye.

"Mother! Is there anything I can do before you..." Meredith couldn't choke out the final word, but her mother knew exactly what her shaky voice was hinting at.

"Flowers. Flowers is all I need. But by the time you get them... I'll be gone." Her mother croaked, her voice quivering sadness.

"Don't leave me! Who's going to take care of the shop? Why are you abandoning me, mother?" Meredith demanded, but she was filled with too much sorrow to even be angry at her mother.

But her mother weakly smiled. "Oh, Meri. You will, my dear. And one thing you should know is that every flower must grow through dirt. I've lived well, darling. Goodbye, Meri."

"Goodbye, mother."

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As you enter the pastry shop, a chorus of bells jingle and Meredith greets you, flowers carefully braided into her hair. Shaking your hand for a quick moment, she ushers you to one of the tables. As she places a bright blue menu in front of you, she takes out a cute pastel coloured notepad and starts smiling joyfully, tapping her pen against her notepad.

"Hello, welcome to Floral Delights!" She chirps happily. "Enjoy your time here!"



Meredith owns a pastry shop by the name of "Floral Delights", a family business that was passed down to the ownership of Meredith. The person to own it before Meredith did was her mother, until her mother passed away and promised the ownership of the shop to her daughter. For the first few years, her father had to run it since Meredith was still in school. But once she graduated, the shop was her main focus and she took complete control of the shop.

For the interior of the pastry shop, it has changed between the time of when her mother was alive and currently. As of right now, Meredith keeps both fake and real flowers and plants scattered around her shop. The table tops are circular, with pink painted on the sides of some, and others with blue painted on. Gold flowers are painted around the white walls of the shop, and Meredith enjoys hanging decorative strings of flowers as well.

As for the actual food severed, almost all the foods are based off of flowers of some sort. Some of them based off of roses, violets, daises, lilies, irises and the list goes on. The main reasoning behind all the floral-based treats is the request her mother gave Meredith before she died, and it was to bring her flowers.

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Meredith inspected the brightly coloured flower crown her mother just gave her, a smile appearing on both hers and her mother's faces. It was beautiful, for sure. A selection of flowers were sewn onto a material that represented twigs. White specks of flower leaves were scattered around it, as well as a few green leaves attached onto the crown.

"It's gorgeous!" Meredith squeaked, putting it onto her head. Her mother chuckled a bit as the flower crown slowly started to slip off of Meredith's face, but Meredith was still in much awe to notice.

"Oh, Meri. Flowers have been an important part of my life. Many flowers represent many things, including luck, love, joy, peace and even death." Her mother explained, taking the flower crown and adjusting it onto Meredith's head.

"Death?" Meredith echoed, and her mother nodded.

"Death is what every living thing must go through. Some day, I will too." Her mother sighed, slowly taking her hands off the flower crown, and it securely stayed in place. But Meredith didn't pay attention to the floral accessory anymore. She was too taken aback by the sudden fact her mother tossed at her.

"Even me?" Meredith asked, her voice overloading with hints of sorrow.

"Even you, my darling. But you have a long way to go." Her mother nodded, her voice soft and caring. She brushed a strand of hair away from Meredith's face, and tucked it behind her hair. "Flowers mean so much more than they appear to be. Just like us, Meri. Taking your aunt Alexa, for example. She was know to look tranquil, but she was strong and her delicate appearance would fade."

Interest sparked in Meredith's eyes. "So flowers mean a lot to me, too."

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Flowers. Something not only her shop revolves around, but her life as a whole. Her mother would always seek out and tell Meredith about the in-depth meanings of flowers, and Meredith would always be there to attentively listen. Her mother would as well speak a few quotes about flowers, all of them Meredith had been oblivious of until her mother's death.

Flowers is what Meredith sees her mom as. Delicate and pretty, but a tough fighter. And with all facts said, it's obvious that Meredith cares about her mother an awful lot when she was alive. It was her mother's last words that Meredith hung onto, and what sparked her inspiration for the future that laid ahead of her.

Personally, flowers mean beauty and underestimation to Meredith. You might glance at a flower and think "oh, how pretty". But even with their beauty, some flowers have more than just looks. Taking a rose, for example. Their blood red petals are already enough to draw you in. Yet once you get ahold of their stem, a prickly thorn is there to greet you.

If flowers didn't mean much to Meredith, it is a doubt that she'd base her shop and appearance off of them. Meredith can be found with flowers strung onto her hair, even if it doesn't match anything she's wearing. Flowers are as well the things that keep the world going. Bees are dependent on the gorgeous plant, and they offer us the sweet syrup known as honey.

And so, flowers mean much more than just a pretty sight to Meredith.

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