Fleur Rose
A white rose says what the heart cannot
Seven ivory roses, their petals brushed with the faintest blush of dawn, gather at the heart of this bouquet like a quiet confession. White roses have always been the language of beginnings — of new love, of reverence, of promises too tender for words. They speak of purity without coldness, of devotion without demand. Drifting around them, soft veils of baby's breath fall like first snow, and the whole arrangement is cradled in cloud-soft ivory paper, finished with a ribbon of gold silk. "A rose is the silence of the world spoken in colour" — and a white rose is that silence at its most honest.
For pure, unspoken love
Composed with
- 7 stems of white roses (blush-tipped)
- 1 bunch of gypsophila (baby's breath)
- Premium ivory wrapping paper
- Gold satin ribbon
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