"I don't care if it's too early on, but I love you Celine. I love you" he says eyes boring into mine as my heart picks a rhythm.
With each passing second, the world seem to be fading away, but not before taking a photo of this moment and etching it...
Snapping back to the present, I focus on the task at hand, selecting the flowers to fix the perfect bouquet. Delicate peonies symbolizing romance, sweet peas embodying blissful pleasure, elegant gardenias signifying purity. I place them together, meticulously to create an ensemble that exudes love. I hurriedly take a few photos after completing the finishing touches, knowing the couple will arrive soon.
Just as I thought, they soon arrive and I can feel the joy on their faces as they admire the bouquet. Despite the ocean of sadness that surrounds me, I'm elated to witness their happiness- watching them has me tearing up again as I imagine myself with Joshua.
"Thank you so much Celine" the bride-to-be gushes, her eyes gleaming with excitement snapping me out of my careless thoughts.
Me and Joshua? Sounds like an absolute joke now.
"This bouquet is beyond beautiful!." Her Fiancè adds before I can speak.
The bride nods in agreement, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "Absolutely, you're so gifted. And, thank you so much for making time for us amidst everything" she says with a pitiful look.
Yep! They know! Great!
Grateful for their kind words, I blush slightly, humbled by their appreciation. "It was my pleasure. I'm glad you loved it and . . . . congratulations on your engagement; I hope your photoshoot is everything you've dreamed of"
They smile warmly before departing, content and satisfied with their order. I return to my workstation for one final check before closing up.
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An eerie sensation pricks my senses, a feeling of being watch or followed. "Anyone here?" My voice echoes through the shop as I ask, seeking reassurance that I'm alone, yet the silence amplified my unease.
I shake my head, trying to brush off the odd feeling, picking up my phone, and casting one last glance around the workstation, ready to beady out.
I freeze as I walk into the waiting area, two unknown people Infront of me. I gulp as I take in their appearance, I can see a bit of their face, like eyes, lips and nose while the rest of their features stays hidden under the mask. Decked in all black outfits, gloves in hands and killer boots on their feet - this is not good.
Cold beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead and I grip my phone tightly "w-who are you? What do you want?" I ask, shaking already.
"Who are we? We, darling are your biggest daydream. None of these is real" I hear the voice - it's female. Her words aren't exactly comforting and she begins to walk towards me.
She stands in front of me, so close I'm certain she can hear the loud drumming of my heart. Raising her gloved hand, she begins to trace my face. "You really are a pretty one. I see why they all want you. What's in your Creation mix darling? God added a little extra spice down there? mmm?" she traces down to my collar bone and holds my neck, a little too tight and my eyes can't even blink - get me out of here. Please.
