died, even looking at a bridal bouquet reminded me of the one I had chosen for myself.
So I stopped accepting weddings.
For weeks, I handled birthdays, corporate events, and sympathy arrangements instead.
Anything except weddings.
Even hearing the word “fiancé” made my stomach tighten.
Eventually, though, bills forced me back.
Grief did not stop rent, supplier invoices, or shop expenses.
So three months after Adrian’s funeral, I agreed to take wedding jobs again.
I told myself work might help.
That morning, another florist I sometimes worked with called in
