Chapter 78
Eleanor POV
I stood in the center of Four Seasons Florals, admiring the morning light as it filtered through the display window, casting prism-
like patterns across the polished wooden floor. The scent of fresh roses and lilies filled the air, a fragrance that always brought me
peace. This small sanctuary had become my true home over the years, more so than the imposing Beacon Hill residence I had shared
with Derek.
“Mia, that arrangement for the Wilsons looks beautiful, I said, watching my younger employee skillfully position a stem of
eucalyptus. “The balance of textures is perfect.”
Mia beamed at the praise. “Thanks, Eleanor. I’ve been practicing that technique you showed me.”
I observed both Mia and Rachel working diligently, their dedication evident in every careful movement. These women had become
more than employees; they were my support system during the most turbulent period of my life. A sudden wave of gratitude washed
over me.
“I was thinking,” I said, setting down the inventory clipboard, “we should celebrate tonight.”
Both women looked up, surprised.
“You’ve both been incredible lately, especially with all the spring wedding orders flooding in. I’d like to take you both to dinner
tonight, my treat.”
“Really?” Mia’s eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! We haven’t had a team night in ages.”
Rachel, always more reserved, offered a grateful smile. “Eleanor, you really don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” I insisted. “It’s not just about thanking you both for your hard work. It’s also…” I hesitated, keeping my true motivations
private. “The shop is doing well, and it’s important to celebrate our successes together.”
Internally, I was marking my new beginning, my step toward independence, but that wasn’t something I needed to share.
“Where should we go?” I asked, changing the subject.
“How about that new seafood place on Newbury Street?” Mia suggested. “I’ve heard their lobster risotto is to die for.”
“Perfect,” I agreed. “And maybe we could go for drinks afterward? There’s a nice place called The Liberty nearby.”
The moment the name left my lips, I felt a twinge of discomfort. The Liberty-where I’d embarrassed myself just days ago, drinking
too much and ending up being discovered by Alexander Wells, who then called Derek to come get me. I pushed the memory aside. I
wouldn’t let one uncomfortable incident rob me of a perfectly good venue.
A proper girls’ night out? I’m definitely in, Rachel said, her usual reserve melting into enthusiasm.
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As we finalized our plans, I felt a lightness I hadn’t experienced in months. Perhaps this was what moving forward felt like–simple joys, genuine connections, and the freedom to make my own choices.
The restaurant was everything Mia had promised-elegant without being pretentious, with warm lighting and the mouthwatering aroma of seafood and herbs. We secured a cozy corner table and ordered a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc to share.
“To Four Seasons Florals, I toasted, raising my glass. “And to the incredible team that makes it possible.”
And to new adventures, Mia added with a smile.
We clinked glasses and sipped the crisp wine. As we ate, the conversation flowed easily from work topics to personal stories. I found
myself laughing more than I had in weeks.
So, Eleanor, Mia ventured during a lull in conversation, ‘how’s the new place? You’ve been so busy lately we haven’t had a chance
to ask about your move.”
I offered a vague smile, not wanting to explain that I’d returned to my childhood home or the emotional significance it held. “It’s a
work in progress. The renovation crew starts next week, but I’m already feeling settled.”
“That’s wonderful, Rachel said warmly. “Moving can be so stressful.
“If you need any help unpacking boxes or arranging furniture, we’re just a call away,” Mia offered. “I’m surprisingly good with
interior decoration.”
Their support touched me deeply. “Thank you. That means more than you know.”
As dessert arrived-a decadent chocolate soufflé we agreed to share-1 found myself opening up further about business plans, but
carefully avoiding any mention of my personal life.
“I think the flower shop is going to do even better this year,” I said, my voice carrying a confidence that surprised even me. I’ve
been thinking about expanding our wedding consultation services, maybe partnering with some of the smaller wedding planners in
Cambridge.
“That’s a brilliant idea, Rachel enthused. “Your bridal consultations always get rave reviews.
We lingered over coffee, discussing business plans and dreams with equal enthusiasm. By the time we paid the bill, I felt
reinvigorated, not just as their employer but as a woman with a future of her own making.
“The Liberty is just down the street, Mia reminded us as we stepped outside. “I’ve heard their mixologist is incredible.”
I hesitated briefly, the memory of my last visit there-slumped at the bar, pouring out my heartache to a man I’d mistaken for Derek
flashing through my mind. But I was determined not to let past embarrassments dictate my present choices.
“Perfect night for a cocktail,” I agreed, grateful I’d arranged for a car service later. “Let’s walk. The air feels wonderful.”
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The Liberty was busier than I expected for a weeknight, its stylish interior humming with conversation and laughter. We found a comfortable booth near a window, and I volunteered to get our first round, partly to prove to myself I could approach that bar again with dignity.
“What can I get you?” I asked my companions.
“Something with gin, Mia decided. “Surprise me.”
“Just a mojito for me, Rachel said. Tve got an early appointment tomorrow.”
I nodded and made my way to the bar, weaving through clusters of well-dressed professionals unwinding after work. As I waited for the bartender to notice me, a familiar voice spoke from just behind my right shoulder.
“Eleanor? What a pleasant surprise.
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