“Aha! So there was blowing!”
“All you have to know is it was amazing. Like…the best I’ve ever had. He could wear out an Energizer Bunny.”
Bianca’s eyes grow wide, and she bites into her lip. “I’m so happy for you. Wow. You’re right. I don’t need to worry about you and Sebastian.”
“Told you. Now don’t you wish you’d taken today off?”
“Nope,” she says, stubborn as ever. “I’m happy to be back so I can help you work through the Sebastian Peery project and plan the wedding reception.”
“Sebastian’s having his assistant Christoph handle most of the reception. Julio’s been helping, but he’s not as experienced.”
Bianca smiles. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly.”
“You’re the best. Thank you. But if you need some time off, just take it, okay? Put yourself first for once.”
“Thanks, girl.” Then she reaches into her leather folio. “This. Back to you.” She hands me my black AmEx.
She returns to her desk, and I review the email Julio sent last night regarding the agenda for the day. Two meetings have been moved, and the Hae Min Group’s rep promised to send their comments on the contract this week.
Finally.
I look at the new campaign idea from the marketing team. It’s slick, but it’s missing something. It brims with luxury, but it doesn’t scream, “Buy me.” I send them my feedback, requesting updates by the end of the week, since they may have to start over.
There are a couple of brisk knocks at the door, then Julio brings a bouquet of white and pink calla lilies. It’s so big, it almost eclipses him from the waist up.
Are they from Sebastian? My heart does a little samba.
“This just came for you,” Julio says.
I take it from him with a broad smile. “Thanks.”
He leaves, and a girly giggle bubbles inside. I pluck the card in the middle of the gorgeous blossoms and open it quickly.
And as soon as my eyes scan the card, my shoulders droop a little.
Dear Lucie,
Congratulations on your marriage! Wishing you all the love and joy!
-–Yuna H Winters
Maybe I should’ve realized Sebastian couldn’t be the one behind the bouquet. He’s never sent me flowers, and just because we had great sex and some nice couple time, and have started to sleep in the same bed, it doesn’t mean he’s going to become romantic overnight, especially to a woman he doesn’t even love.
Come on. Stop being so morose.It’s sweet that Yuna made the gesture. She didn’t have to.
I find her number and text her.
–Me: Thank you so much for the flowers and warm wishes! They’re lovely!
I don’t have to wait long before I get a response.
–Yuna: My pleasure! It’s so romantic to elope like that. Loved the setting, too.
–Yuna: By the way, do you know where your L.A. store gets its ice cream? Liam’s been driving me and my husband crazy asking for it, and we bought him a bunch of different brands, but he says they aren’t the same. :eyeroll-emoji:
–Yuna: So far the only person who’s enjoying this is his twin sister, who’s been eating all the ice cream he’s rejected.
I laugh, shaking my head with sympathy.
