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OMG you are losing it aren't you?
Don't panic, I'm hoping to work with you on the wedding. I know it's a big deal, but I saw how dedicated you were in Costa Rica and I know you will be amazing for my brother, too.
Please consider it.
Love you sis.
It's as if she can read my mind. I was so caught up in responding to Colton that I left poor Ella, and Darren for that matter, on read. The Costa Rica wedding was a total fluke and I felt like I was flying by the seat of my floral pants. This seems so much more serious. People I know will be there and that holds a lot of pressure. But having a local celebrity, which I classify Ella's brother to be, could be huge for Thornes In Bloom.
Alright, let's talk logistics tomorrow. I just got home. Thanks again for today, give my brother a squeeze from me. Loveyou guys.
The sun peeks through the only window in my tiny bedroom, stirring me awake. I am not the type to set an alarm, my circadian rhythm synced with the sunrise. I stretch my body under the covers, letting my muscles loosen after a great night's sleep. I don't remember dreaming, but I do remember my head hitting the pillow and the world around me going black, the joys of mental and physical exhaustion after the day I had.
My fingers comb through my hair, freshening the beach waves left from yesterday, low maintenance with the appearance of spending hours in front of the mirror. There are no new notifications from Colton but I try to not let it bother me. A new episode of my favorite entrepreneurial women podcast helps pump me up for the day as it plays through my headphones, keeping quiet so as to not disturb Mel, my roommate who works crazy hours at the hospital. The warm sunshine on my face this morning has me inspired to embody a sunflower today. Plus, I used them in the class last night and have some extras I can use for bouquets in the grab-and-go cooler.
I brush soft brown eyeshadow to my lids, letting it darken around the corners for a smoky effect. I finish with a simple lip gloss, the golden undertone mimicking the glow of a sunflower. The contrast of neutral makeup against the brightest yellow dress I own makes it shine. My feeteasily slip into the worn linen Tom's next to the door and I am off to the shop.
Last night Delaney did a great job not leaving a ton of work for This Morning Delaney. The wet streaks left from the mop dry quickly with the amount of sunlight pouring in through the front windows. I love custom orders, but being able to design my own arrangements for fun is my favorite, hands down. Getting to take whatever flowers are in season and on-hand, mixing and matching something beautiful puts me in my element.
After two hours and four vibrant bundles of buds ready to find new homes are perfectly posed in the cooler case, I turn on the OPEN sign and reverse the lock on the door. The old chalkboard a-frame sign scratches against the cobblestone walkway as I set it up out front.
Have an un-bee-leaf-able day!
I can't help but giggle to myself as I admire my chalk drawing. I'm no artist like Ella, but I can draw some basic stuff, especially flowers and bees. I am hoping the catchy sign makes people stop, and ultimately come inside.
The sun warms the morning air, the clouds growing sparse as the rays kiss the ground. My toes push against the wooden wedge, propping the door open and allowing the fresh scent of flowers to cascade past the doorway. When we set up the shop, I put the best smelling flowers closest to the front of the store. When people can smell them all the way outside, they are bound to need them in their home.
My dress vibratesagainst my thigh, my attention pulled from my task of refilling the water in vases. I wish I could read the message with only my mind, but alas, it doesn't work.
Funny you bring up Jameson ... I don't think it's possible for you to break his heart. I went to his wedding last year.
To a very lovely man named Ethan. They adopted three kids and bought a ranch out west where they raise cows and chickens.
But nice try.
Because of course the weird guy we went to school with is now domesticated and running a homestead. He probably has a YouTube channel all about canning vegetables and integrating Montessori practices into his kids playroom. Makes my joke feel wrong doesn't it?
Considering your joke was aimed directly at my balls, it was already kinda wrong. If you wanted to make me angry over another guy, you could have been honest. It almost worked though, he was a tool in high school.
My cheeks heat at the mention of Colton's balls. It's not like we are dirty texting or anything, but I look around to make sure no one can see my phone screen. There's no one inthe shop yet, but I still attempt to keep it hidden.
I was trying to make you feel better thinking the Delaney Heartbreak Club wasn't a party of one.
It doesn't matter how many of us there are, I am the damn president.
Was there a democratic vote or are you running it like a dictatorship?
That's only for me and my constituents to know. Maybe you should ask one of the other members how I run things around here.
Is that your way of asking if enrollment is up?
Harmless flirting, that's all this is. But it feels like more. Deeper. He is asking the questions that he wants to know without coming out and saying them. He wants me to divulge the answers willingly, like that will make the answers sting less. Except the answers aren't what I imagine he thinks they will be.
I have only broken one heart in my life and it was his. But do I want him to know that truth? I don't know which is worse: admitting to him that he's the only one I have loved enough to break, or knowing that he is alonein that.
Do I need to move our meetings to a larger hall at the community center? Maybe I should consider hiring a caterer...
Depends on if you need all that space to play dodgeball with the wall.
