I nodded because I didn’t know what else to do.
I thought that was the worst day of my life.
Three months later, I learned I was wrong.
I’m a
florist.
Before Adrian died, weddings had always been my favorite jobs.
I loved arriving before the guests, when venues still felt unfinished. I loved watching empty rooms slowly become celebrations.
Flowers could change everything.
A plain table became romantic with the right centerpiece.
A cold ballroom became warm with greenery and candlelight. A nervous bride could relax the second someone placed a bouquet in her hands.
After Adrian died, I couldn’t even look at a bridal bouquet without thinking about the one I’d chosen for myself.
I stopped accepting weddings.
For weeks, I handled birthdays, corporate events, and sympathy arrangements instead.
