She wanted to fill his world with roses, but he burned hers. His name was Ian. My name was Grace. But in a city of eight million people, who cared about names. Surprisingly, he did. We'd bumped into each other once, but Ian remembered my name and the fact that I owned a flower shop. And... he knew I walked to my shop every day. A bit stalkerish, I feared. Then he offered me a place to live when I needed...