It Ends with Us

Chapter Twelve
“What are you doing to those poor flowers?” Allysa asks from behind me.
I clamp another silver washer closed and slide it down the stem.
“Steampunk.”
We both stand back and admire the bouquet. At least . . . I 
hope
she’s
looking at it with admiration. It turned out better than I thought it would.
I used florist dip dye to turn some white roses a deep purple. Then I
decorated the stems with different steampunk elements, like tiny metal
washers and gears, and even super-glued a small clock to the brown
leather strap that’s holding the bouquet together.
“
Steampunk?”
“It’s a trend. Kind of a subgenre of fiction, but it’s catching on in other
areas. Art. Music.” I turn around and smile, holding up the bouquet. “And
now . . . 
flowers
.”
Allysa takes the flowers from me and holds them up in front of her.
“They’re so . . . weird. I love them so much.” She hugs them. “Can I have
them?”
I pull them away from her. “No, they’re our grand opening display. Not
for sale.” I take the flowers from her and grab the vase I made yesterday. I
found a pair of old button-up women’s boots at a flea market last week.
They reminded me of the steampunk style, and the boots are actually
where I got the idea for the flowers. I washed the boots last week, dried
them, and then super-glued pieces of metal to them. Once I brushed them
with Mod Podge, I was able to line the inside with a vase to hold water for
the flowers.
“Allysa?” I place the flowers on the center display table. “I’m pretty sure
this is exactly what I was supposed to do with my life.”
“Steampunk?” she asks.
I laugh and spin around. “Create!” I say. And then I flip the sign to
open, fifteen minutes early.

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We both spend the day busier than we thought we’d be. Between phone
orders, Internet orders, and walk-ins, neither of us even has time to take a
lunch break.
“You need more employees,” Allysa says as she passes me, holding two
bouquets of flowers. That is at one o’clock.
“You need more employees,” she says to me at two o’clock, holding the
phone to her ear and writing down an order while ringing someone up at
the register.
Marshall stops by after three o’clock and asks how it’s going. Allysa says,
“She needs more employees.”
I help a woman take a bouquet to her car at four o’clock, and as I’m
walking back inside, Allysa is walking out, holding another bouquet. “You
need more employees,” she says, exasperated.
At six o’clock, she locks the door and flips the sign. She falls against the
door and slides to the floor, looking up at me.
“I know,” I tell her. “I need more employees.”
She just nods.
And then we laugh. I walk over to where she’s seated and I sit next to
her. We lean our heads together and look at the store. The steampunk
flowers are front and center, and although I refused to sell this particular
bouquet, we had eight preorders for more of them.
“I’m proud of you, Lily,” she says.
I smile. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Issa.”
We sit there for several minutes, enjoying the rest we’re finally giving
our feet. This was honestly one of the best days I’ve ever had, but I can’t
help but feel a nagging sadness that Ryle never stopped by. He also never
texted.
“Have you heard from your brother today?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, but I’m sure he’s just busy.”
I nod. I know he’s busy.
We both look up when someone knocks on the door. I smile when I see
him cupping his hands around his eyes with his face pressed to the
window. He finally looks down and sees us sitting on the floor.
“Speak of the devil,” Allysa says.
I jump up and unlock the door to let him in. As soon as I open it, he’s
pushing his way inside. “I missed it? I did. I missed it.” He hugs me. “I’m
sorry, I tried to get here as soon as I could.”

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I hug him back and say, “It’s fine. You’re here. It was perfect.” I’m giddy
with excitement that he made it at all.
“