…eligible daughter…

The audacity of that woman, of her mother, made Dorothea smirk.  She put out a fucking personal ad to try to get Dot to hooked up.  If the horse won't go to water, take the water to the horse. But will the horse drink?

The Goodmans' raised Dot to run this shop, the Ivy and Oak.  She was trained on the flowers and herbs, how to use them to heal, help, and hurt.  The shop was her love and the Society her life.  Was it really any wonder that she didn't pursue love outside of it? 

The personal ad had been out for a week now, from what Dot could estimate.  When she found it, she hunted down earlier papers to see when it first started.  No one possible suitor had come into the shop yet.  Or at least if they had, they didn't mention it.  It was only a matter of time.

Dot set about to creating some floral requests that had come in over night when the shop door chimed, signaling the arrival of a visitor.


"Good morning," Dot called out, turning her face to smile at the guest.