MARRYING MY EX-FIANCE

PROLOGUE

"Can you arrange me a bouquet of flowers?" The madame's voice awaking me from my reverie.

I immediately snapped back into reality and magically seeing the classy looking woman carrying an orange Birkin bag and an Hermes scarf around her head. She removed her Channel glasses before spraying her Dior perfume.

That is a lot of mixture right there, or maybe I just don't have that luxury style.

The soft smile in her features made her look barely forty. I on the other hand is barely reaching the marked age of thirty but had wrinkles to disprove that fact.

"For what occasion madame?" I asked while opening my desk to get my clipboard. I was waiting for her to answer my question but I heard silence in returned.

I looked up to catch her looking at my face. She walked slowly, her chest right on the counter.

"You are so beautiful dear. I don't think so I have ever seen anyone with such beauty before." She said that made my body tense. Before, I would take that with as a compliment, but I have seen how horrible I looked for the past few months—ugly.

You don't even look like the Maria I fell in love with.

"I...me? Uh...thank you?" I stuttered making me cover my face with both of my palms from embarrassment. I wiped the tears from my eyes subtly as I flicked the edges of my fingers before faking a giggle.

"I'm shy." I heard her laugh that made me join her and this may be the first laugh I have ever done since January.

"Don't be silly!  With that face, I just know you receive compliments anywhere from anyone!" She said waving me off with her hand like I just said the most ridiculous thing she ever heard.

"Thanks for that...really." I said softly hoping it would reached her and it did. She added the details of her bouquet in the clipboard before handing it to me.

"This won't be until next Monday so three more days for you, young lady." She said while winging her finger in front of mw like a wand.

"Next Monday it will be ready I guarantee you madame." I replied like an obedient student that made ger clap like a child.

"Great! Charge me this flower too!" She said plucking a Yalow flower from the display on my right before leaving with her high pitched heels.

I can't do anything instead shake my head. It's only been seven in the morning.

I don't really earn a lot of money from walk in customers. Clients who needs someone to organize them batches of bouquet through booking are the life force of my business.

I previously have a big company, the president of late father's corporation actually—a construction company named after me was the pride of my soul.

That soil and capital cents your father used to build that company of yours were from my family—mine. I begged my family to trust your father billions of money. You were nothing without me—nothing before me.

I heard the door bell ring from the back so sauntered my apron on the locker's hook. I only look forward for this day every Monday—the only things that makes me survive the hard Mondays.

I managed to set up this small flower shop after I took a month of regular job from my brother's law firm. I left after a month after I noticed how he overcompensated me in monetary and through job works. I didn't do anything aside from put my name in the log book.

"Hi! Prinsesa." I heard the familiar lively greeting of Carlos—the person who delivers me fresh flowers every week.

After a few savings from freelancing I finally had enough money to start this shop—Maria's Flower Emporium. It is small but something I can start on. I finally feel better, having a name on my own.