Page 4 of A Journey For Jasmine

She loved how she was able to be herself around the sisters, but she had to remind herself that it was still a business.

“Then blow our minds,” Lily said.

“I just got off the phone with Mona Wright,” she said.

“Who is that?” Poppy asked.

Rose shrugged. “Is this for a wedding?”

“Weddings,” she said, almost hopping around like Poppy normally did.

“Wait,” Lily said. “Wright? That’s the name of the guy that bought Whitney Marina. They closed several weeks ago, right?”

Lily’s sister-in-law, Zara, was dating her old high school sweetheart, Ren Whitney. Ren’s parents had owned Whitney Marina for generations, but after the death of Ren’s father, they put it up for sale.

Jasmine stopped the sigh from escaping her lips over the thought of a high school sweetheart. She would have just been happy to go to high school let alone have a boyfriend. A school dance. A prom. A football game.

None of those things existed for her. Not until college.

“That’s the name. Mona is his mother. She said she is running the restaurant and turning it into a wedding venue. They’ve got contractors coming in now and building pergolas and all sorts of other things. She was more excited than Poppy gets when she’s talking about her nights with Reese.”

“Burn on you,” Rose said to her sister. “Good one, Jasmine.”

“I thought it was. Anyway,” she said, waving her hand. Poppy winked at her. “She wants to meet with Blossoms as their floral venue. Exclusive. She said she’d done some research in the area and aside from us being local, she’d heard nothing but wonderful things. She said she’d come into the shop too and looked around and the flowers were stunning and lush. The pictures on our site don’t do them justice.”

“That’s wonderful,” Poppy said, starting to do a booty shake. Jasmine joined in because Poppy grabbed her arm to not be the only one dancing. “We love money.”

Rose rolled her eyes again.

“What’s all the excitement about?”

She turned to see Daisy standing there. Daisy had been hired not that long ago to work on the jewelry with Rose. She must have been up front in the store.

“Jasmine is going to get the flower shop a nice big contract by the sounds of it,” Rose said.

“I hope so,” she said. “Lily, she wants to meet with us one day next week. Can you let me know what your schedule is like?”

“Absolutely,” Lily said. “But this is all you, Jasmine. I’m going along for the ride, but you get to take the lead.”

“Really?” she asked. This time she wanted to do another booty shake and add a fist pump to it.

“The flower shop has never done as well or looked as lovely,” Lily said. “Carl had the magic touch but nothing like you.”

Carl was Lily’s late husband. A much older man that she’d married when she was eighteen to help the family stay together when their mother died. All the girls worked in the shop too, but she knew the flowers were never their passion.

As Lily had said, it was fate that Jasmine saw the ad when she was graduating from college and applied. She’d figured she had no chance at the job with not a lot of experience, but they gave her the opportunity and she wasn’t going to have them regret it.

“Thank you,” she said. “I try so hard.”

“We all see it,” Rose said. “And we appreciate it. Poppy the most because she hates working in the flower shop.”

“No more than you,” she said to Rose.

“Ha,” Poppy said. “You got burned too.”

She held her smile when Rose grinned at her.

“I’m excited for the next adventure,” Lily said. Jasmine tried not to cringe over the words her mother had often used when they had to pick up and move, but this was different.

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