sick and asked me to cover a wedding.
She sounded miserable.
“I know it’s last minute,” she said. “I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed you.”
I looked around my shop.
Buckets of roses stood beside the cooler. My assistant was already organizing deliveries.
Every instinct told me to refuse.
“I’ll do it,” I said.
A few hours later, I was arranging flowers at a reception venue I had never worked before when I noticed a familiar woman near the entrance.
Colleen.
For a second, I thought grief was playing
