Poppy inherits a flower shop from her grandmother in a small port town. And that sounds great, except she hates flowers, romance and sentiment. Besides, everyone considers her irresponsible; no one believes that she can cope with such a gift. Poppy desperately wants to sell the store, but when she comes to town to settle things, her resolve melts. The shop is shrouded in mystery; locals say that the bouquets they buy there work wonders and make wishes come true. Poppy at first does not believe in such nonsense, but then inexplicable and absolutely amazing things begin to happen in her life. Are the bouquets really enchanted? Or do people believe in it so much that they themselves create magic in their lives?