The Wedding Shop

Chapter 27:

5:30 am. Why can't I sleep? I asked myself crawling out of bed in the dark. I sat at my coffee table for a while, clicking my nails on the wooden desk. I crept back upstairs and got dressed into my leggings and short dress, bringing a jacket with me due to the morning breeze, and started my car. I was sure I'd be back before mum and dad woke up, but just to be safe, I left a little note on mum's bedside table.

I unlocked the door and switched on the faint light that made the shop come to life. The pale pink floor length curtains still hung on the display windows, and decided it was probably best to shut them, in case anyone saw me at work so early in the morning.

I walked over to the shelf that still sat above the fireplace and hugged the picture of Maggie I had put up on the first day. I missed her so much and felt slightly guilty for taking over her baby, but knew that she would be happy for me, wherever she was.

I had still been keeping up with the house fittings to get by until I had sorted everything out in the shop; everything was on track, and it wouldn't be long until it was up and running.

I sat in the office gazing up at the freshly painted ceilings trying to come up with a name for the new boutique. Of course, I wanted to stick with the bridal theme but knew that it needed something fresh and exciting. I had kept my ideas in my mind and now that I had control over everything, I could finally turn them into reality.

My shop was going to be an all round wedding boutique. Couples could come in and taste some foods they may wish to serve on their big day, buy decorations to display on the tables or the venue, save-the-date cards would also be on sale, but of course, there would be a special section that only the bride could see. Jasmine had a great career in the US showing off her baking skills, and promised me that when the baby was born she would convince Sam to come and live in the UK again and be my star chef. I already had my contacts for the dresses and knew where to find decorations and cards for the store. The walls were fresh and ready for brand new decor, all that was left was a name for my petite organisation.

All wrapped up? No, I thought, too cheesy.
Your big day? No! That's horrible!

I paced around, angry with myself for being so slow. It couldn't be that hard to think of a name.

I quickly ran back to the desk, picking up the pen excitedly. I scrambled through the hundreds of new designs I had created to send off to Chris to find a plain piece of paper. This was the only name for the store; everyone would know what it was and exactly why it was there.
It was perfect.
Exciting.
My shop.
The Wedding Shop.

by vera©