Wendy The Florist Novels & Stories

“You’re allergic to carnation flowers?” Rebecca nodded slowly, she was already too weak. “Then why would your friend send them to you?” When Wendy received the flowers, she didn’t tell Rebecca who brought it. She only dropped the flowers in the room and went out to give feedback. “None of my friends are stupid enough to send me carnation flowers.” Rebecca defended. Wendy’s brows raised, “So Whitney is stupid?” Rebecca was immediately taken aback. “Whitney sent me carnation flowers?”

She expected to get the encouragement she needed to deal with Hilton from her father but it didn't turn out that way. “How can I be loyal to someone who is stubborn and strong hearted?! Never! Impossible!” Wendy mumbled. All she did was try to find her place in his world, to make things work between them and have a happy life. After the day’s work, Wendy returned home only to be greeted by a red rose flower and a black dress. Just when she wondered if she was dreaming, Hilton came out of his room. Wendy stared at him in shock. “What is so attractive on my face?” Hilton teased her and she realised how long she had been staring at him.

I didn’t want to go empty-handed, so I picked up a small bouquet of sunflowers—she always liked cheerful blooms—and a fruit basket with all her favorites. Technically, Rafael and I were supposed to go together. But he'd left earlier, saying he had something to take care of. We had separate cars now anyway, so I figured I’d just catch up with them there. But when I got to Wendy’s place, I was surprised to find her alone. That was strange. “Wendy,” I greeted with a smile, handing her the flowers and the fruit basket. Her face lit up. “Aww, thank you so much, Fred. You really didn’t have to!”

If Asher reached the Super Bowl, she wouldn’t just go with him—she wanted Wendy there too. The market sprawled across the entrance square. Wendy pointed to an accessory stall. "Do you like those floral wreaths?" They were delicate headpieces woven from blossoms and twigs. Wendy bought one for herself and Zara. Later, she asked, "Want some orange marmalade?" The jam stall was run by a white-haired grandmother, and Wendy wanted to support her. They also sampled handmade ice cream and pies—all treats Wendy had been eyeing. As evening approached, Asher picked them up.

Inside The Marquis Room, TIG’s celebration was already underway. Just as Caitlin walked back in, she heard someone calling her name. “Caitlin!” She turned to see Wendy running in with a bouquet of flowers. “Wendy! Haven’t seen you in a while—you’ve lost so much weight!” Caitlin gave her a quick once-over, impressed. Wendy looked slimmer, with sharper features and a noticeable glow. “What motivated this transformation? Don’t tell me it was love?” She glanced behind Wendy, spotting Benjamin walking in with his own bouquet. She couldn’t help teasing.