Little delicate surface bubbles are near the top as they create a ripple effect along the surface threaded on a thin silver curb chain. Judgement on where to place the piece, I was unsure as I didn’t want it to miss her eye view. As a brainstorm hit, I think to the brass hoops on the hanging, as I thread the necklace through a central hoop and lay over the top of the middle carnation direct to Violet’s vision. Pure simplistic beauty I thought Violet would think as I gazed at the red envelope I slipped out of my pocket and placed balanced on top.
A quick look at my handiwork as the smile spreads wide as I ensure the rest of the room is completely perfect and locked up ready for her arrival in the morning, the thought of her reaction as she discovers them drives me wild, the best thing of it all is, I will find out all about it from the woman herself tomorrow when she finds it all.
Chapter Five
Violet
The alarm droned louder as it buzzed in my ears, the fact I had already rolled over and knocked the snooze button twice already just to grab those few extra minutes of uninterrupted bliss, knowing my body could just float on the mattress for those few precious moments longer. Always normally an early to bed, first rise type of girl I tend to celebrate life to its fullest, get the most out of each and every day possible I could, but that has been until Valentine’s season hit. You hear of people who have the summer to winter effects with sunlight well mine was a love curse I’m sure of it. I will tell you a little insight into ‘the woe life of the great Violet Starle,’ I had never had a Valentine. A shock maybe, as everyone seemed to have had a sweetheart at some point but me never. That’s right not even in my younger school years, when everyone had a card from that mystery person, no one thought of me. I used to tell myself it didn’t matter, but deep down it hurt. I didn’t see myself as ugly maybe more of a ‘plain Jane’ nothing special but that was me.
It was one of the many reasons I picked the idea of a career in floristry, being able to help so many people and bring them closer together. Creations of much love in the air, through the fragrant floral tones and weaved bouquets which led to the window displays. The only problem was my heart felt it could take no more heartbreak with the number of relationships that had failed for me. It was like I was drawn to the bad ones, a wilting flower needing not just water to survive but the other key components too. One part wasn’t enough to create the relationship I desired. I wanted the whole experience.
Now I dread this week, even more so that everyone is happy and excited prepared for time together, the unknown of how they may celebrate together and share the evening. Plans for this Valentine’s for me will probably consist of crashing on the sofa in those giant oversized pyjamas, the blanket was thrown over for good measure and watch good old reruns of classic TV shows with a microwave meal for one. For good measure chocolate fudge ice cream, will be the only dessert I will get of my liking, unlike the dessert I would much rather prefer involving a hot guy. Even I can’t expect to torture Adam to that, as a tinge of jealous remorse hits, realising he will probably be on a date anyway.
At the shop, I managed to arrive only a few minutes late after my frantic run-around. With my hair piled like a bird’s nest on my head, I only needed a few clips and it would be a magpie’s paradise. I smelt the clothes from the pile I grabbed were fresh thankfully, as I had forgotten which were the clean and the ones I needed to throw into the laundry later. Mental checklist for later, organisation and decluttering were essential. I dragged my feet the whole journey as I knew more hopeless romantics would enlighten my day, still dark out with a slither of sunlight creeping in as the dawn was about to break. ‘The Posy Bowl’ with all the lights still switched off inside meant Adam hadn’t arrived as yet. At least I’d have time to prepare