To Love Again | LingOrm AU

Chapter 5: A Mother Knows

Author Notes:

I want to celebrate LingOrm's recent achievement at the Maya TV Awards. Congratulations Lingling for winning Charming Female of the Year and Orm as Female Rising Star of the Year.

This moment is a nod to Mae Koy's unwavering encouragement and love for her daughter's journey. Thank you for being such a wonderful influence.♥️ Your support for Orm and the LingOrm ship has been truly inspiring.

This chapter is dedicated to you, Khun Koy Narumon!💖

P.S. My schedule will be a bit unpredictable over the next few weeks. Instead of sticking to my original plan of posting every Monday and/or Saturday at 9 PM, I'll be sharing chapters whenever my schedule permits. To stay updated in real time, consider subscribing to this story.

Thank you, as always, for your support and for reading!🥰

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The soft glow of dawn was just beginning to paint the sky when Orm's eyes fluttered open, her body instinctively awake earlier than usual. As she lay in bed, the weight of the day ahead settled upon her like a familiar, if somewhat daunting, blanket.

It was Monday, and not just any Monday—it was the beginning of what promised to be one of her busiest weeks yet.

Stretching languidly, Orm allowed herself a moment to savor the quiet of the early morning before swinging her feet to the cool floor. The air held a hint of excitement, tinged with nervous energy.

Today wasn't just about her regular floral deliveries; it marked the start of her preparations for the Loy Krathong Festival. She had been commissioned to create no less than 200 krathongs—intricately decorated baskets that would soon float down the River Kwai, carrying the hopes and dreams of their bearers.

As she moved through her morning routine, Orm's mind buzzed with plans and to-do lists. The familiar scent of coffee filled her small kitchen, grounding her in the present moment. She sipped slowly, savoring the warmth and allowing it to calm her racing thoughts. There was so much to do, but she reminded herself that she wasn't facing this challenge alone.

A smile tugged at her lips as she thought of her mother, Koy Narumon, who would be arriving later that day to help with the preparations. It had been almost two months since Orm had last seen her parents, and the realization made her heart ache with a mixture of guilt and longing. The flower shop had been demanding more and more of her time lately, leaving little opportunity for family visits.

Orm didn't complain, though. She understood that this was part of the sacrifice that came with being a small business owner. The shop was her dream, her passion, and seeing it thrive was worth the long hours and missed family dinners.

Still, as she finished her coffee and began to dress for the day, she made a mental note to look into hiring an assistant. The thought of having someone she could trust to mind the shop for a day or two, allowing her to visit her parents more often, was becoming increasingly appealing.

The cool morning air greeted Orm as she stepped outside, keys jingling in her hand. The street was quiet, most of the town still slumbering.

As she approached her shop, Orm found herself scanning the area, her eyes drawn to the spots where she sometimes caught glimpses of Ling on her morning runs. Despite the busyness of the day ahead, the thought of seeing Ling, even from afar, sent a flutter through Orm's chest.

Unlocking the shop door, Orm breathed in the mixed fragrances of her floral kingdom. The familiar ritual of opening up—turning on lights, checking on the flowers, preparing displays—felt comforting amidst the anticipation of the hectic day ahead. As she moved about the shop, Orm's thoughts kept drifting back to Ling. Would she see her today? Would Ling stop by for her usual peonies?