Flora took the road less fluttered. Sure, she could’ve become a butterfly—everybody and their mother did—but she decided to stay among the flowers. Butterfly life had its appeal, but Flora knew from the start it wasn’t for her. She was a bouquet center, and she lived it. If she had to hold her breath forever, so be it. Those wings were for the masses, not for this flower draped caterpillar cake topper.
