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“Well, you could. I would definitely buy some. Those jasmines are beautiful.” She stepped closer to them, and I all but blocked her from coming any closer. Her smile quickly faded and I struggled to explain myself.
“The jasmines are…private. Well, they were my mother’s favorite flower and she passed away.”
Her hands crossed over her chest as her face softened.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Was it recent?”
I shook my head. “No, when I was twelve. But…it happened today.”
I wondered why I was giving a complete stranger all this information, but something made me feel like I could trust her. Perhaps it was because she was older, and kind of reminded me of my mother in a way. Her eyes had wonder, hope, and believed when others didn’t.
Just like my mother.
“That is so unfortunate, she liked flowers?” She guessed.
“Yes, she loved them. I suppose I grew to love them too.” I offered a sad smile.
“Well, you grow them so beautifully. You should be very proud of yourself.”
“Thank you.”
“Since it is fate that we’ve met, with you being one of my recipients and all, I would like to buy some flowers from you. Are two bundles of alyssums okay?” I nodded eagerly.
“Yes, of course. I’ve never charged by the bundle before though.” I felt like I sounded clueless, not knowing how to price my own flowers. In my defense, it wasn’t something I did often. I gathered the bundles, measured out by the twine, and then wrapped them in the parchment paper.
“That’s fine. Just take this, I insist.” I didn’t look at the folded-up bill she gave me before thanking her.
“Thank you. I hope you enjoy them.”
She lifted them to her nose, sniffing them delicately as she smiled. “I will, they’ll look beautiful in the window seat of my den. I’ll be seeing you later…. oh, I didn’t even get your name!” She spun on her heel before she left.
“Emilia.” I answered.
“Emilia, a beautiful name. See you soon.” She waved, leaving the green room.
I stared after her in awe, wondering what on earth had just happened. I looked down at the bill she gave me; whoa, one hundred dollars! It was too much, but she was too far gone for me to chase after her. I simply tucked it in my wallet and finished my tasks for the day.
By the time I was done, I was almost late for my job at the diner. Waitressing was the only way for me to make a living. Yeah, I had the scholarship. But I needed other things, and I like having money in savings. But all through work, I kept thinking about Sasha. I never thought would meet her in person, but I was glad I did. It really took my mind off the day
I never left her bedside as she got worse and worse, then she was just gone. It always just replayed over and over in my head. But not today, well, it did until Sasha stopped by. I loved growing flowers to stay close to my mom, but now I can make it mean something. I can build something of it.
When I put that hundred dollars in my savings account after work, I imagined saving everything from my job as a waitress, and having enough to open my own flower shop with a greenhouse that didn’t belong to the school. I could make something out of what both my mother and I loved so much.
It seemed unachievable, I had no idea what I would need or what it would cost, but the seed was planted and I can never ignore those. I told Ivy, my best friend, to make it official.
“I thought you were going to be a botanist.” She said initially.
“I still can, but if I open up this flower shop. I know it will make my mother happy. And I think it will be good for me too.”
“I support you, whatever decision you make. But…”
“But what?” She was making that face she does when she is hiding something.
“You might want to enroll in some business classes.”
Chapter Three: Tristan
Vivian, was it for me. I couldn’t deal with that heartbreak again, it wasn’t possible. I hated feeling like this. I would rather be under a bunch of women who will not get attached. And I don’t have to go through that relationship bullshit again. I hated to say it, but Vivian destroyed my trust in women. Can you blame me? She was nice in the beginning, a sweet girl in school to become a massage therapist. She was kind, pretty, didn’t have much of a sense of humor but I didn’t mind that. She fit into my life, maybe that’s why I sort of settled. And she was pretty. The prettiest head of brown tresses, thin body from all her Pilates, and strong features. She looked good next to me in all the photos and interviews. As time went on, after we got married, she quit school. Decided she would be a housewife, nothing wrong with that, but we never had kids. She didn’t really do anything all day. And I was always working late. Maybe I bored her. There had to be something I did to deserve…
