I told myself work might help.
That morning, another florist I sometimes worked with called in sick and asked if I could cover a wedding for her.
She sounded miserable.
“I know it’s last minute,” she said. “I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed you.”
I looked around my shop.
Buckets of roses sat near the cooler.
My assistant was already organizing deliveries.
Every part of me wanted to say no.
“I’ll do it,” I said.
A few hours later, I was arranging flowers at a reception venue I’d never worked at before when I saw a familiar woman near the entrance.