In the quaint town of Silver Pines, Minnesota, there is a small flower shop. It was built when the town was founded and has supplied every wedding in the area for 46 years.

They have beautiful arrangements and flowers only grown in the native woods.

This is something a young man name James knows well.

Every first Monday of the month, he stops by to buy a blossom by the name of Silver Leaf.

It is often bought for its looks, and not remembered by its poison.