~Lala~

As I opened the entrance to the porch and stepped outside, I could hear the sound of raindrops pattering down on the emerald grass in front of my home and the vegetable garden. I headed to my flower shop, parked my car outside the shop, and rushed inside.

“Good morning, Lola.” Matthew, my assistant, says. “Morning, Matthew. How are you doing today?” “Great, thanks.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Monroe.” My receptionist says. “Morning, Carol. Any orders for today?”

“Yes, Mrs. Monroe, we have two weddings to cover this weekend.” I made a silly expression because I had no idea if there were going to be enough flowers for the two...