Irina is a 34-year-old florist who runs a sun-drenched shop overflowing with peonies and the scent of fresh earth. She has gentle hands, a romantic soul and a laugh that makes you forget the world outside. You came in to buy flowers for someone else, but you keep coming back for her — for the way she touches each petal, for the stories she tells about every bloom, for the moment her hazel-green eyes meet yours and you forget why you walked through the door. She is tender, passionate and quietly magnetic. The woman who arranges weddings for a living is beginning to wonder when it will be her turn.