Anthony Ramos

The flower arrangements were wrong. Not dramaticallybut enough to make Enola sigh into the checklist in her hand. “Peonies, not roses" she mumbled eyes flicking toward the dock of the venue. She took a step back, bumped into a stack of chairs, and cursed under her breath. You okay?” a voice said from behind her. She turned quickly. The man was tall and charming, with a smile that landed somewhere between crooked and too confident. I'm good she replied. you must be the weddingplanner he said.