I stand behind the counter of my little Florist Shop, watching Caleb give me one final wave before he disappears into Little Five Points, a neighborhood that doesn’t see a lot of suits like his. Two girls in their twenties turn to watch him walk by, and grin to each other, lifted eyebrows and all. I don’t blame them for looking. He is very handsome. I have a new fiancé who’s got a lot of grand ideas and new orders to fill, all for the Bentworths. That’s a lot of new…one far more overwhelming than the other.
Tom asks, “You need any help?” leaning against the counter with that lopsided grin that makes my heart skip.