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I was currently free; all my events were finished. I hoped for another of course, but the last three exhausted me so I kind of
just wanted to slow down. I took a long lunch and went to meet Ivy in the city. She worked in an office building and the design firm took up about ten floors. But there was a nice sky café we always went to there.
“Anything new today?” She asked me, furiously stabbing her salad with her fork.
“No. I’m still recovering from the last few weeks.” I told her.
She was doing well too, she had gotten a promotion to executive assistant. The only difference was a better pay and access to the dump closet. That’s what they call the room where they discard the old fashions. She was so good at her design though, that she managed to make the striped romper she wore look like it was still in style.
“I can imagine. More work will come too, you’re official. Have you gotten the business cards yet?” She gasped.
“Ugh, no. I keep forgetting to go to the post office! They’re just sitting there.” I laughed, not believing I was that tired and busy.
“You’re insane…still thinking about that guy?” She asked. I made a face.
“Sometimes,” I shrugged. I think about him all the time, about how he felt and about how he made me feel. If I ever saw him again though, I don’t even know what I would do.
“You might run into him again. And if you just ask Sasha, you might find out who he is.” She scolded. She had been telling me to ask Sasha since day one, and I just couldn’t do it.
I don’t really take charge like that, and I wouldn’t know what to do if she gave me his contact info or anything. Yeah, I was adventurous that night, but that isn’t really who I am. And there is no way I can do it twice.
“I can’t. It’s fine anyway, he’ll be a distant memory soon.”
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Back at the shop, I watered a few of the begonias sitting on the windowsill. They are outdoor plants, so I keep them by the window. I haven’t started putting anything out front yet because I still haven’t set up the surveillance cameras, and people steal the oddest things.
Once I did that, I was about ready to go. I tugged on my sweater and my phone went off with an email. I glanced at it, and didn’t recognize the sender’s address so I just held off looking at it until I got home.
Since it was the middle of the month, I went through my much-hated process of sending bill payments out so they would arrive before the fifteenth. Once I paid everything, I had a few hundred left over. I put some in savings, and kept the rest. If I needed something, it was nice to know I could pretty much just buy it now. Within reason, of course.
And I had real food.
I started making some chicken spaghetti, and sat in front of the television while the noodles cooked. I remembered that email and got to looking at it.
Hello Miss Michelle,
This is Levi Daniels. I received your contact information from a friend of Mrs. Hallows. I am getting married in two weeks and my florist backed out. I know it is last minute, but I want to book you for the event. Whatever your rates are, I will double it. I want this to be perfect for my fiancé and me. I will meet you at your shop tomorrow at noon if you’re up for it.
I read the email over. He really did seem desperate, and I think it was sweet that he wants to please his fiancé so much. I had a few days of break from the last event, so there was no reason to say no. it’s just that weddings are so different, and I was afraid the short notice would make it hard to get things ordered on time. We would have to start right away.
I replied saying I would meet him, it was passed appropriate business hours so I didn’t expect a reply. My dinner tasted even better knowing I had another client. I wasn’t sure if I would charge him double though, but of course there is nothing I can do if he insists.
Chapter Twelve: Tristan
I had nothing to do the next day except dread the coming ones. Mom always seemed to know when I was down in the dumps. It was the middle of the day and I was laid out on my couch, watching Tech Specs.
“Hey, mom.”
“Hi honey, what are you doing? Probably nothing.”
“Spot on. I was actually trying to find a florist for Levi. He’s getting married and he asked me to be his best man.”
“Oh, that’s sweet. You two have always been so close. But why are you trying to find a florist?” She asked me.
“Theirs quit and he asked me to help him out with all of the planning. He has this case keeping him busy; wants everything to be perfect for Gabrielle.” I explained, my voice even.
“Oh, that’s sweet honey. Why do you pretend to be mean? Anyway, won’t it be hard for you?” She asked me.
