Novel & Cerita Wendy The Florist

"You were married to Carter for five years, and he never knew you liked baby's breath. Thomas has only been around a short time, and he already knows your preferences." Sharon paused mid-motion, filling the vase. "You didn't tell Thomas to get these for me?" "No," Wendy shook her head. "I did want to arrange flowers for you, but right before you defeated Harry, my phone was blowing up. I had no time to make arrangements. And I never told him that you liked baby's breath." Sharon lowered her gaze to the delicate blooms. Their faint, sweet scent lingered at her nose, refreshing and soothing. She looked around. "Where's Thomas?"

“I suppose that means I don’t have much left to do.” “Yes, but there’s someone who asked to see you,” Liz adds as I reluctantly set the flowers aside. “A client?” “I’m not entirely sure. She said her name is Wendy. Wendy Osborne, I think.”

On the day of my wedding to Julian, his childhood friend, Wendy, crashed the ceremony. Wendy declared she didn’t have much time left to live and that her only regret was never being able to experience what it was like to get married. Julian immediately dropped my hand, insisting on having the wedding with her instead. “Chloe, she’s sick,” he said. “Please sit aside for ten minutes while I go through the ceremony with her.” The three hundred guests in the audience fell into absolute silence, and my parents trembled with rage. Amidst everyone’s gaze—everyone waiting to see a joke unfold—I calmly removed my veil and put it on Wendy myself. “The two of you are so deeply devoted to one anoth

There was a burst of laughter. Wendy looked at Philip. This ordinary young man was very audacious. “You want me to apologize to a piece of trash at the bottom of the society? Who do you think I am? Let me tell you, I, Wendy Jones, am the leading best actress in the industry and also the madam of the Wes family. Who are you to make me apologize to you?” Wherever Wendy went, she would announce herself as the best actress and the madam of the Wes family.

“Thanks for trusting me with your collections, Mr. Bloom. I will make sure the money will benefit the project I am handling.” “Thank you, Dad.” She hugged her father. “You don’t wanna mess your makeup, Harry.” Westley laughed. “Can’t help but feel emotional. Let’s go to the lounge.” “You two go ahead. I already chose two pieces. Congrats on the success of your first art exhibit, Clyve. You've just proven to me that I chose the right man.” Lyndon just complimented me, and I thought I just blushed. “Did you just win his heart?” Westley whispered.

One day , Daisy thought of going picnic with Pheony and Theodore , because these few Pheony was somewhat gloom , so , she thought picnic will make her happy like always . They went to the grassland filled with some flowers , it had a pleasant atmosphere . They took a maid and one escort with them . Daisy thought , if they played as usual , Pheony will be happy as always . As usual , we ran through the grasslands , and plucked the flowers . Daisy made a flower crown for Pheony . The white flowers will go with her pink hair . As I placed the flower crown on her head , she was coughing blood while smiling at her.

I went to the garden to meet her. She was too engrossed in what she was doing. She noticed my presence after a while, she was uneasy. I watched her bend down to smell the flowers. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and the sun shone through it, making it look almost like it was glowing. She took a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance of the flower. A small smile played across her lips as she enjoyed the sweet scent. I was transfixed, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

He didn't know where she had gone. Apart from the documents on her desk, she had some trendy display figurines, miscellaneous books, and snacks. Those gave her a different vibe compared to her usual aloofness. There was also a vase with some flowers in the top left corner. Albert knew Wendy changed the flowers weekly. She would also pair purple baby's breath with other flowers. Last week, it was sunflowers, while this week, she used some daisies. Wendy treated her office space like her home. Albert's gaze softened. Then, he looked back at Rebecca. "Thank you for reminding me. Otherwise, I might regret it sometime in the future."

"Miss Frank, why are you here?" It was Wendy. She spoke gently, "Are you here to tend to my mother-in-law's grave? How thoughtful of you. But there's no need for that in the future. I will have people take care of it." In front of me, she tossed aside the flowers I had brought. My gaze fell on her wrist, and I saw the familiar bracelet. I clenched my fist tightly. "How did this bracelet end up with you?" Wendy's every move oozed arrogance.

I remembered Mark mentioning that he had hired someone new to handle the garden because he no longer wanted me dealing with outside workers alone. The yard worker noticed me at the window and raised his hand politely. 'Ma'am, are you Mrs. Wendy?' I opened the window a little. 'Yes. You must be Samuel.' He smiled. 'That's right. Mr. Mark asked me to clear the weeds, trim the branches, and check the garden path. There are a few places where I may need your confirmation.' His tone was respectful, so I did not think much of it. I put on a jacket and went downstairs.