Roses are the ugliest flowers in the world. At least, it's what Rose thinks. In the world, where even flowers are rated based on their beauty, Rose's name put a stigma on her. A stigma that followed her throughout her entire life. Having a name associated with the ultimate beauty, she feels the pressure of having to live up to it, which grows roots so deeply in her heart that forgotten, they start to rot. If everyone is a flower, can one bloom alone or will they wither without anyone's help?