Persephone had three simple goals: run her flower shop, avoid family drama, and never, ever get tangled in her father’s schemes. Those plans withers faster than a daylily when her garden project leads to life blooming in the Underworld.

Now she’s juggling:

• The increasingly curious (and distractingly handsome) Lord of the Dead investigating her greenery,
• Her helicopter mother Demeter having fits about anything death-adjacent,
• Her father Zeus, who sees the whole thing as the perfect PR opportunity (costumes included),
• And a sacred pomegranate (in her underwear drawer and definitely-not-stolen) that could tear her apart.

Wait, what was that last one?

Finding yourself is complicated enough without divine inheritance, realm-hopping, and unsolicited gardening advice from Mount Olympus.