“I don’t know, Doc. That seems like a lot. No woman in my family has ever had fertility issues. In fact, my mom had me when she was almost forty-five. There have been other women in my family who also had babies later. Plus, you said yourself how healthy I am. I definitely don’t have a fertility problem, so I don’t think there’s any need to—”
“That’s good to hear, Lila. Let’s do it though, just to be sure.” He smiles, nudging my hand on the table with his.
“I’ll think about it, Doc. I’m not making any promises though.”
“Fair enough,” he shakes his head, raising his hands in surrender. “I can refer you to someone when you’re ready for it.”
“Thank you, Doc. It’s been a pleasure as always, except for the last part,” I chuckle, gesturing to the bed I’d just been sprawled across, legs parted like the Red Sea.
“See you in a few days for the results,” he says.
“See you soon.”
Chapter 11
Fragile Foundation
Lila
“How’s it going with the florist? Did you talk to him?” I ask Katie, checking items off the to-do list I had made earlier. It’s the only way to make sure that nothing’s forgotten.
“Yeah, he’s got our orders taken care of. He’ll have the flowers delivered to the venue the day before the event,” Katie responds. I can hear her fingernails clicking away at her keyboard over the phone.
“I don’t like the idea of that. What if something goes wrong? It would be too late to order from another florist. I think I’d like to have them delivered at least two days before,” I say.
“Have we seen the flowers yet? I know we’ve done business with this florist before, but I’m not comfortable not seeing a sample in person. Can’t leave anything to chance.”
“I already knew you were going to say that, which is why you have an appointment set up to meet with him so you can see the flowers for yourself, and make sure they’re exactly what you envisioned.”
“That’s why you and I work so well, Katie. You already know what I want even before I say it,” I chuckle.
“Is that the beginnings of a raise I smell coming my way?” she asks slyly. I can hear the grin in her voice.
“Nice try, kiddo,” I chuckle, ticking flowers off my list.
“Come on, Lila. I should at least win employee of the month,” she sulks.
“You’re my only employee,” I mention dryly.
“Exactly!”
I roll my eyes, a smile on my face as I run through the list again.
“Okay, so we’ve got the venue confirmed, the rest of the decorations, and now the flowers. Can you send an email to our client to update them on the progress so far and have them send you the guest list? We need to get started on seating arrangements soon,” I say, my eyes glued to my computer screen. I study the 3D view of the event space, my mind already playing with the different types of table arrangements that would work well with the shape of the hall.
“Yes, ma’am. Anything else?” Katie asks from the other end of the line.
“That’s all for now. We’ve made really good progress, and once we have the guest list, we can move on to the next phase. Let the florist know my availability to see what works best.”
“Will do, ma’am. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“You too, Katie,” I say absentmindedly, my mind already painting a picture of the empty hall I’m staring at on my computer screen. Soon, it will be transformed into something straight out of a fairytale. It’s my favorite part of being an eventplanner. Watching it all come together. The hall, the lights, the decoration, the flowers. There’s nothing better than seeing the smiles of wonder on my clients’ faces when I bring their dreams to life. It’s truly a humbling experience that leaves me in awe of my own abilities every single time.
“Oh, and Lila?” Katie calls.
“Hm?” I mutter distractedly.
“Time to get away from that desk I know you’ve got piled high with paperwork. You need to take care of yourself. Go take a walk and get some fresh air. At least eat something.” she says.