make it, and Iâll run it by her when she stops in this afternoon? If she hates it, we can change it.â
âYou mean I can change it.â No matter. Kayla would make a bouquet so beautiful no bride in her right mind would consider turning it down.
âItâs an evening wedding and her colors are silver, white and black.â
âGot it.â She set to work. âWill you need me to help with the setup?â
âNot this time. Charlie is going to give me a hand. Iâm glad we hired him. Our customers really like him, too.â
Kayla grinned. âThey shouldâheâs a big teddy bear.â Charlie was built like a linebacker but had a gentle spirit. She rarely had occasion to see him since he came and went from the workroom to the van parked in the alley behind the store, but when she did, he was always very kind. In fact, she half wondered if Jill had a thing for him, but she wouldnât go thereâat least not today.
âWhen youâre done with that bouquet, go ahead and start on the bridesmaidsâ. Iâd like to have them finished by four. Sheâs supposed to stop by about then to see what weâve done.â
âWill do. Itâs a good thing we decided not to close up shop and take a vacation or weâd have missed out on this wedding.â Always the glass-half-full kind of person, Kayla had to point out the silver lining.
Jill nodded. âBut it kind of irks me that she waited until two days before the wedding to think about booking a florist. Who does that?â
âSomeone allergic to flowers?â Kayla raised a brow.
âThatâs what she said, too. Her soon-to-be mother-in-law finally convinced her to go with the bows, and flowers on the cake and the candelabra arrangements. Can you believe we were the only florist she could find?â
âUh, yeah. Iâm surprised you agreed to do the job on such short notice. It makes us look desperate.â
âWell, Iâm as much a romantic as you, and I wanted her to have a beautiful wedding. Iâd have consulted with you, but she stopped in while you were at the bank this morning.â
âNow I understand. Itâs fine. Weâre doing our good deed for the week.â She shot Jill a grin and reached for a spool of sheer silver organza ribbon. In no time she had a rhythm going and soon the bouquet looked perfect. Sheâd tucked a few tiny silk flowers in for texture. âWhat do you think?â
âNice. I like the variety of ribbon you used. It adds depth and great texture. Who knows? Maybe this will become the new rage.â
âDoubtful.â Kayla moved on to the bridesmaidsâ bouquets. If she ever married, she would have tons of flowers and zero bows. She had to give this bride credit for her color choice, though. Maybe sheâd even use those colors herself someday. Her thumb caught on the point of the wire. âOuch!â
âBe careful. I donât want blood on the ribbon. Itâs expensive.â
âI know, I know.â Enough daydreaming about a wedding that probably would never happen. Then again⦠A smile kissed her lips as Derekâs image danced across her mind.
Chapter 4
K ayla stood before her bedroom mirror. The List hung beside it. Sheâd looked at it so often through the years that it had grown thin and tattered. Sheâd framed it and hung it in a place where sheâd see it often to remind her not to settle like her mom.
No way would she get stuck in a marriage like her parents had endured. Not that Mom and Dad were unhappy all the time, but she could tell they were missing that spark. They behaved more like acquaintances than people in love. She wanted that special something that came along only once in a lifetime.
Her husband must love the Lord, love her, be honest, trustworthy, fun, a hard worker and a good listener, be dedicated to her, respect her, treat her like a princess, be committed