Wendy The Florist Novels & Stories

It's nothing luxurious, but it's comfort in a place that shouldn't be. I was looking for Bessie last night. It was like she read my mind because she came to me and told me about this place. I drove here once the next day was over. The time reads eight pm. "Wendy's magic helps to keep the air clean." I see Wendy at the edge of the room. Her palms are open before a single beautiful flower. She's taking its fragrance and filling the room with it. I mutter. "She's alive." Bessie frowns. "It took a while, but she is. I'm glad I have someone left to support me."

Rex Gavyn looked at her movements, showing a clear and warm smile, just took a step, but heard Wendy Walters say, "Don't come, don't come before I'm ready, okay?" "Okay." Rex Gavyn took his steps back, "I'll wait for you." "I……I'm a divorced woman." Rex Gavyn paused, and suddenly the figure of Wendy Walters on the day of divorce flashed before his eyes. He squeezed his fist and replied lightly, "I know." Wendy Walters turned around, walked towards Rex Gavyn, and stood still in front of him, she smiled lightly, and a small pear vortex appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Kean Flair, let's bet."

Flow said in an impatient voice. "You can rest assured that the next headline will be news of her death, I'm sure you will be happy by then " Wendy said in a reassuring voice. Flow snorted, "I hope so" She said and hung up. Wendy's expression turned ugly when she saw that she hung the phone on her again. "Acting arrogantly just because she is rich" Wendy snorted with a jealous voice. "She would always act like she was the most gentle person outside, but people won't know that she is pretty vicious, Hmph" Wendy said unhappily.

Considering the prospect of wiping the scowl off Gwyneth's face and improving her mood, Wanda—being the caring personal assistant that she was—excitedly headed to the front desk. However, a card that lay among the flowers somehow escaped her notice as she carried the bouquet into Gwyneth's office. Gwyneth was still down in the dumps and could not smile even as Wanda surprised her with the bouquet. "Why are you bringing flowers into my office? Who sent those?"

I trace the edges of the paper with my finger, hesitating, both longing to read the words within once again. In the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, I bring the rose to my nose and inhale its sickly sweet aroma, its soft petals caressing my cheek. The note attached to its stem, told me that Killian personally picked this flower himself but just couldn't muster the guts to give it to me.

"Bad luck." The words sounded light, but her expression told another story. Dominic let out a quiet sigh. "Tell me." Wendy hesitated, then nodded. "My name is Wendy Newman. I was twenty-three. A week ago…" That day, she had gone to work as usual. A nursing position at AdventHealth of Grand Skyline counted as a good job. Wendy had graduated recently and had worked there for only six months, so the hospital had not yet formally confirmed her position.

she demanded, her voice losing its sugary sweetness. I wiped my face, the agony in my arm mild compared to the weight crushing upon my chest. My body tensed at the mention of Vanessa’s name. I didn’t respond. Then Wendy’s expression turned predatory. “Who is she, really? She’s everywhere now. A fashion designer? Some kind of businesswoman? Is she your new plaything?” My jaw clenched in anger. “Wendy, She’s none of your concern.” She smirked, leaning against the counter.

Chloe's cheeks flushed as she slipped shyly into the fitting room. Mickey stood still for a while, then pulled out his phone and dialed William. "Find out where Wendy is," he said flatly. "The wedding's tomorrow. Is she still planning to try on the dress or not?" William's voice came through, "Mr. O'Brien… Wendy is dead. She won't be attending the wedding."

With Wendy's help, I adjusted to life overseas in no time. I carried a cake home. Lately, her work had eased up, and she often got home earlier than I did. I counted the steps as I walked up the stairs, remembering how she mentioned she'd make red wine beef stew tonight. Just as I slid the key into the lock, the door opened from the inside. Wendy stood in the doorway, wearing my favorite beige loungewear. She held a pot of white gardenias that were about to bloom.

Just as the female assistant thought that she was already driven into a corner and was at her wit’s end, one of her old classmates in Aurous Hill sent her a WhatsApp business card and a voice message saying: “Maya, you should hurry up and add the contact from the business card that I’ve just sent to you. Her name is Wendy Wilson, and she is the general manager of Mallow Stenhouse Etiquette Corporation in Aurous Hill.”