12
Laurel
By the time I got back to the flower shop, I was shaking in my very painful shoes. Chloe was waiting outside, tapping her foot, her expression full of excitement.
I’d barely parked when she descended.
“Well, what happened? Did he die? He must have … I really outdid myself with this look.”
I laughed at her rapid-fire speech, then let out a squeal and managed one tiny hop without breaking an ankle.
“It was amazing,” I gushed, and Chloe let out a squeal of her own. “Dillon couldn’t even speak, Gabe and Reardon had to do it for him. And, Chloe, I’m going with him to Chicago as his plus one. Can you cover for me?”
“What? Oh my God, this is even better than I’d hoped. Yes, of course I can … Wow, I really am good. Maybe I should change careers.”
“You probably should, but there’s
