Page 85 of Small Town Shy Omega
“I don’t know if that’s good or bad,” I sighed.
Blake tousled my hair, making me grin. “How about we head to Delilah’s for a big slice of pie?”
“Sounds good,” I said.
After Delilah’s we went back to my glass studio.
A pink band of sunlight crept in through my Main Street window, illuminating my hand-crafted wares. My vases glowed, and fairy sparks seemed to dance around my fruit bowls.
I inhaled deeply, soaking up the sights and scents of everything surrounding me. The homemade apple blossom candle I lit earlier blew fresh perfume through the air, and the music? Before locking up last night, we turned on a Thalia song,Hot Buttered Heartbreak.
“I’m glad we went,” Blake cooed, wrapping his arm around my waist.
I went to my cash, and I sorted out some bills. “Damn,” I muttered. “I really am making a lot from those lessons.”
Dreydon went over to me.
“Baby, you have everything it takes to be a strong, powerful businesswoman. I’m so proud of you, and I don’t say that lightly.”
A tender sensation danced in my chest, and I turned my eyes up. “You mean that, Dreydon?”
He smiled at me like an older bro staring at his pipsqueak sister.
“Yes, Layla,” Dreydon said softly. “You’re talented beyond believe, smart, and all jokes aside, you’ve got what it takes to shine.”
“Hey,” I said, pulling out some twenties. “The May blossom festival starts this weekend. Can I buy you boys a cherry blossom donut?”
“We should be buying you the donut,” Blake growled, rubbing my waist.
“It’s the least I could do.”
Saturday morning,I woke up hardly able to contain my excitement. “Blake,” I shouted, buzzing from head to toe.
Not just Blake, but all my Alphas rushed into my nest nook. “What is it, Layla?”
“The May blossom festival starts today!” Dreydon piled us all into my small sedan, and we bounced over the gravel road leading to town.
When we reached the festival grounds… I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Blossoms burst from cherry trees as far as the eye could see. Festival lights shone and sparkled, complementing the morning sun. Food vendors shoutedWelcometo attendees, the smells of coffee and donuts swirling through the air.
A band of fiddlers played a spring song, and my heart filled with warmth.
A big banner readingApplewood Falls May Blossom Festhung high above the ensemble, and people were already enjoying their cherry blossom lemonade.
I blinked back tears, sniffling as nostalgia and excitement overtook me.
“Blake,” I said, holding my Alpha’s hand. “When I was a little girl, my grandfather always took me to this festival.”
“Back before you presented?”
“Yes, well before,” I snorted.
Gretel was handing out samples of blueberry wine, and she put a cherry blossom on each little cup.
Bronwyn had clearly locked up her funeral parlor for the day, because the spunky green-haired Omega was taking photos of the cherry blossoms.
And Irene?
