Page 11 of A Journey For Jasmine

“I have,” Lily said.

They pulled back into the parking lot behind the shops, the two of them getting out and going in the back door. Poppy was right there, “How did it go?”

“Great,” Lily said. “They were impressed with Jasmine and everything she said.”

It made her feel good to hear that. That Lily had been true to her word and pretty much sat there the whole time and let Jasmine take the lead.

There’d been so many times in her life she felt she had no control over her life and it was one thing she’d told herself she never wanted to get into again.

She could make her rules. She could be her own boss. She never thought she could have that in her job, at least this early into her career, and was thrilled that was the case.

It felt good to have the decision-making abilities without the responsibilities of being an owner.

Those first few years she’d passed everything through Lily and then was told more than once they trusted her and she didn’t have to go to them with every order.

Of course Lily could see anything on the computer software if she wanted to and she was willing to bet Lily did check it out at least weekly if not more than once a week.

But the flower shop was just a tiny part of Blossoms and she knew it wasn’t Lily’s focus.

“One of the owners was a hot guy,” Jasmine said.

“Ohhhh, do tell,” Poppy said. “That’s the best part.”

“You’re married now,” Lily said.

“So. Nothing wrong with looking with our friends,” Poppy said, sliding her arm around Jasmine. “Right?”

“That’s right. His name is Wesley and he was adorably frustrated while his mother forced him to sit in on that meeting.”

“Ah,” Poppy said, bumping their hips together. “Do you think he’s a Mama’s boy?”

“No,” Lily said. “He’s not. But he has respect for his mother and that was clear enough to see.”

Jasmine had noticed that too. Her brothers had it for their mother. They may have been raised in multiple different cultures all over the world, but they were consistent in respect for their parents.

Luckily their mother let them speak their minds when they wanted. They were allowed to get upset and yell or pout, as Mark used to say. But when it was done and out of their systems, they had to go back to being respectful.

“It was,” she agreed.

“What’s your next move?” Poppy asked.

“For what?” Lily asked. “Right now we left it with Mona would contact us when she had a wedding or event, party, et cetera scheduled and put us in touch at that time.”

“Not everyone is going to want us for their weddings,” Poppy said. “Not that we aren’t awesome here, but some people might want to use their own florist from other cities.”

“Which got me thinking,” Jasmine said. It might not be the time to bring it up, but she had the two here that it mattered to. “Do you guys have a few minutes to meet? Or should we schedule it for another day?”

“I’ve got time,” Poppy said.

“I do,” Lily said. “Do we need Rose?”

She didn’t want anyone to feel left out. “If you want, but if she can’t, that is fine. It’s just an idea I had and I’m not sure how much of it would play with the jewelry.”

“Then we’ll bring Rose in later if we have to,” Lily said, moving to the stairs and the second floor. “No reason to annoy her if she’s busy.”

Jasmine felt she got along great with Rose, but of the three sisters, Rose was the one that didn’t like to be bothered the most.

“Tell us what is on your mind,” Poppy said when they got to the conference room.

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