Friday morning arrived with the crisp, clean smell of a freshly washed town. The storm had left our local roads damp, but the sun was finally peeking through the clouds, casting bright, warm streaks of light across the wooden floors of the flowershop. It was the big day for Marion Devan’s corporate executive dinner, and the shop was completely chaotic. Bundles of premium crimson roses, dark green monstera leaves, and delicate glass vases occupied almost every single flat surface we had.
"Heila! Paki-abot naman ng floral tape! Bilis, bago matuyo 'tong stem ng eucalyptus!"
Hijomi was frantically shouting from the main worktable, his fingers tangled in wires. Because of the size of the order, even he had to step up his arranging skills, though his version of "elegant centerpieces" looked mo
