Flora's POV
The back patio was a beautiful mess of fresh flowers, modern patio chairs, and stacks of serving platters. I kept myself moving, wiping down the outdoor glass tables and adjusting the cushions just to keep my mind from wandering back to the clinic.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Marcus's number. He answered on the second ring, his voice loud and cheerful over the line.
"Flora! Hey," Marcus said. "Are we still on for this weekend?"
"Yes, definitely," I smiled, leaning against the stone railing of the patio. "I wanted to call and confirm. You’re still bringing your girlfriend, right?"
"Oh, absolutely. Sophia is already excited," Marcus chuckled. "She's been wanting to meet my college friends anyway. What time should we head over?"
"Come around two in the afternoon," I sa
