This is a preview of my newest fic, which is lighter than Guarding 
Heart.  None of the plot is really revealed, as I said earlier, only who 
Serena is.
	Seeing that I’ve gotten lots of praise about my “What if” style, I 
decided that I needed something lighter than Guarding Heart, because 
that’s just so long, and I want a story that moves quicker and such.
	This is a What if story, as you all can guess.  This one is yet 
another one of those when Serena never became a scout, and I have set it 
in a different place; it seems that you ask for more and more about Darien 
and Serena in the alternate universe, so here it is; another alternate 
reality…and since it is Valentine’s Day, I’ll make it sweet to the bargain.  
Today’s Crystal Heart Sailor Moon Romantic fiction is about a flower 
shop owner…
	My inspiration for this came from two sappy romantic movies: Bed 
of Roses, and While You Were Sleeping.  I loved While You Were 
Sleeping.  I love contemporary romantic stories because it helps me 
believe that love still exists, though my love life is nonexistent.  (But I’m a 
little young to care too much about things as permanent as love, I suppose)
	I send my thanks out to all the people who like my writing; I love 
this world!
	Here it is, yet another Sere and Dare story, in an alternate 
universe…ONWARDS!

Love, Luck, and Luna,
Crystal Heart, the storyspinner

“She’s beautiful, and therefore to be woo’d;
She is a woman, therefore to be won.”
			-Shakespeare, King Henry VI

I don’t own these characters…still don’t seem to know, or if I do, I can’t 
spell the name, but know that I don’t own them; I only own this story.

Flower Girl - Part 1
By Crystal Heart

	Serena sighed as HE came in.
	The tall figure with dark blond hair combed to perfection, those 
smiling blue eyes, and that air of smoothness that captured her breath.
	He was perfect, a constant visitor, day after day, buying a white 
rose every morning for undoubtedly his wife.
	*Why are all the good ones taken?* she looked to her friend Raye, 
who wore a matching green apron with the gold lettering of “Flowers of 
Eden”.  Raye sighed wistfully in understanding.
	It wasn’t as if Serena was looking for the perfect man right NOW.  
She was twenty-three, and worked in a flower shop she had bought a few 
years back, while studying econ at Princeton.  After college, she decided 
that she liked the flower business, and so “Flowers of Eden” stayed in her 
life.  Serena was profiting nicely from this.  She lived above the store, 
sharing her apartment with her colleague Raye, and they lived 
comfortably, and pretty luxuriously.  They had a cat, which Serena called 
Rosy, though Rosy was black, and had a weird birthmark on her head.  
Serena was valedictorian of her class back in Pennsylvania, and she came 
from a rich family, but she didn’t let that make her want to become 
anything important.  Her parents had wanted her to hit Wall Street once 
she got out of Princeton, and Serena had graduated out with top quality 
credit; a perfect final exam, and the highest mark in the class.  However, 
she liked to see the happiness on the face of a romantic husband, the face 
of a young man buying a rose, nervousness for the girl he was about to 
give it too.  Everything made her feel happy about being here.  It was her 
ideal life, she supposed, only that she wanted a husband as well.
	Like the Mr. Perfect Smile who came in regularly to buy a white 
rose for his wife every morning at 8:54 in the morning, on his way to 
work.  Who knows where he worked.  Serena just knew that he was 
romantic, and handsome, and with that expensive Armani, had to have a 
good job.  She sighed.  *Why is it never me?*
	She had structured a fairy tale in her mind bout this all.  One day, 
instead of just looking at the change he was getting out, he’d look up and 
see her.  He’d fall madly in love, and they’d live happily ever after, after 
he divorced his wife, whoever she was.
	As he disappeared out the door, and beyond the window of the 
flower store, Serena sighed.  “Life isn’t fair.”
	“We know it isn’t, honey,” Raye put her hand comfortingly on 
Serena’s shoulder.  “We go through this revelation everyday.”
	“Yes, we do, don’t we?”