Daisy shrugged. Maybe it was weird. Maybe she should care, but she found that she really… didn’t. David could get married wherever the hell he wanted, and that was just fine with her.
She smiled. How freeing was that?
She didn’t care about David. Or his wedding. Or his new fiancée. And if she was being honest, she hadn’t for a while now. She hadn’t bothered to think about the man since he’d ambushed her at Beltane. And even then, she’d felt nothing but annoyed to see him. The old feelings were gone, even the hurt.
‘Book the event.’
‘You’re sure?’
‘Yep. I wish him nothing but happiness.’
‘See,’ Bennett said, bringing an armful of bouquets up to the register. ‘I told you she wouldn’t mind. She’s with Elliot now, who cares about this David guy.’
Had it really only been a few months ago that Daisy had grabbed a stranger who’d wandered into her shop to be her fake boyfriend, just to spare herself the horror of being alone in front of David? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
And it had brought her to Elliot.
Maybe she actually owed David a thank you.
‘I guess you were right,’ Kira said to Bennett before turning back to Daisy with a smile. ‘I’m glad you and Elliot are so happy together.’
Daisy cleared her throat. ‘Right. Thanks.’ Were theytogether? They really needed to straighten this out. She needed to talk to him.
‘Unfortunately, I don’t think they’re going to book you for the flowers.’
‘I get it.’
‘It probably wouldn’t be a great look if your ex ends up divorced after you do the flowers at his wedding.’ Kira winced. ‘Not that I believe that bullshit about the curse.’
‘Thanks. Curse or not, it would be awkward.’
‘But I always talk you up to everyone who comes to look at the venue.’
‘I appreciate it.’
‘What are you going to do with all these flowers?’ Kira asked Bennett as Daisy rang them up.
He shrugged. ‘Put them around the house.’
Kira beamed up at him, and Daisy wantedthat.
A shared life. Flowers around the house. A puppy on the end of the bed.
She’d thought she’d lost the chance to have it. Multiple times. But maybe she hadn’t. Maybe if she could manage to let David go, she could also be brave enough to let Elliot in.
She wondered what her great-aunt had done.
Had she let Nate in?
Had he broken her heart?
Had she ever gotten over it?
ChapterThirty
Daisy was up late again, tucked beneath her covers, her great-aunt’s voice filling her head despite the fact that she’d never heard it before.
August 1, 1925
