After the Flowers of Britannia had finally been named, Stella couldn't stop thinking about how she hadn't been picked among them.
She had stood there watching every name being called.
One after another.
Diane Bergwyn.
Sasha Burnwick.
Willow Derlis.
Selena Galehart.
And finally…
Vera Ashenlocke.
Stella had expected her own name to come at some point.
She had believed it so strongly that when the ceremony ended without her being called, she had not known what to think.
And now…
She had to leave knowing that these five girls would always be ahead of her.
That feeling didn't disappear after the ceremony.
Instead, her desire for the title of Flower made her begin quietly watching the Noble girls who had taken the title she wanted so badly.
She observed them.
She listened to what people said about them.
She paid attention to how they behaved around other Nobles, how they spoke to Scholars, how they handled Alchemy, and how people reacted whenever they entered a room.
