If she does, I’ll be surprised.
She spent the first twenty minutes here trying to find a rose that matches her suit jacket. It’s an odd mix of pink and orange.
When I was able to get her back on track, she waffled between an all-white theme for the ceremony flowers or a brightly colored mishmash of whatever caught her eye in the store.
“Do you think I’m elegant?” She spins in a circle.
I don’t want to offend her, so I smile and nod. “Very.”
“I think all white with splashes of pink is the way to go.” She pats the arm of her jacket. “Can you show me some samples?”
I move toward my laptop. “I have an online gallery. I can show you the photos of a wedding I did three months ago. I think that might be what you have in mind.”
Her phone chimes behind me. “Oh, it’s Wren!”
I lose a half a step on my way, but I keep my shoulders back and avoid falling into the trap of thinking about Liam’s ex-girlfriend.
Tapping my fingers on my laptop keyboard, I catch Audrey doing the same on her phone.
“I’m going to sit her right beside Wolf at the wedding,” she announces in a giddy tone. “I still think they belong together.”
He belongs with me.
I chant that silently to myself over and over again wishing it were true, even though I know that he’s only looking for something fleeting and fun.
After a busy morningdesigning and creating four large arrangements for a new office opening on Park Avenue, I sneak out of the shop to grab something to eat. Leanna can handle things until I get back. I need fresh air, food, and time to myself.
Ever since Audrey mentioned Wren to me last night, I’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen when Liam sits down next to her at the wedding.
I don’t know if old sparks will reignite.
Maybe he’ll find another seat at a table across the room from her.
The wedding isn’t for another few weeks, so I might not even be a part of his life at that point.
I want to be.
Weaving through the midday pedestrian traffic, I spot the broad shoulders and messy hair of the man I can’t get out of my mind.
Liam is headed right toward me.
I raise a hand to try and grab his attention, but his eyes are buried in his phone.
He’s brave.
I keep my eyes on the people around me whenever I set out down the sidewalk in this city.
Trusting people to look out for you is hard when those you trust most in the world let you down.
“Athena.” My name leaves his lips the moment he looks up and spots me.
I skip around two people walking hand-in-hand, and a woman who has her fingers wound tight around the leash of a very friendly dog.
I pat it on the head before I stalk toward Liam.
“I was coming to see you,” he says as he pockets his phone. “I have something for you.”
My gaze drops to a white paper bag in his hand. “What is it?”
