IRIS Days came in and out blurry in Iris’ dazed mind. After she had a dress fitting two days ago and Alex came to check up on her–her days were filled with Sheila and the ultra-fast preparation for the wedding. She had to put an announcement in front of her shop, stating that the shop would be closed for one week due to personal reasons. Iris also regrettably had to cancel the order and profusely apologize to her loyal customers because she couldn’t make the cupcakes. Now, she was waiting for the head florist to bring the sample of the flower bouquet for the venues, and she looked around the exclusive flower shop that usually caters for the wedding of high-end private clientele. For people like Alexander Roman Browning, and by extension, for her. “I think a bunch of lilacs is a lovely choice. What do you think, Iris?” Sheila asked her, and it made her stop daydreaming in the middle of the appointment room. “Oh, I love flowers. Anything will do, honestly,” Iris replied candidly
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