Thanks Reggie!

Final Word Count: 37,019

I have been struggling with my novel lately, as I think we all are. In our own ways, at least. Today, I was saved by the return of Enid and the introduction of Reggie.

Let me set the scene: Julie makes and appointment at the Wallflower, Reggie's flower shop. She is supposed to go with James, who had some cancelled appointments. When she arrives, Enid is already there, and is an asshole, to Reggie and to Julie. Reggie tells Enid off once, but that's apparently not enough for Enid.

“Well, then, Julie,” Reggie started, “what is your favourite type of flower?”

“To be honest, I know very little about weddings, and flowers and all of that. But I was browsing through a lot of wedding magazines last night, and I found this lovely bouquet, and I need to have it,” I said, pulling the photo I had taken from the magazine out of my purse. “I’m actually really excited about it. I especially love how the stems are wrapped up with the clean white bow, and the hand-embroidered monogrammed button.”

Reggie took a moment to look over the bouquet. “Alright. We can definitely do this. Do you want it to look exactly like this, or do you have a favourite flower that you want?”

“I really love cymbidium orchids. Do those come in white?” I asked.

“Oh, a great choice. They do come in white, but they are speckled with purple, and I think that would be absolutely perfect. What a coincidence, that is my favourite flower, too!” Reggie exclaimed. This woman was more excited about flowers, than I was about…anything, actually.

“I think that is completely inappropriate. Totally unsuited to the theme of the wedding. You should go for something more classic, like miniature roses!” Enid jumped in. Poor Enid. Reggie, clearly, did not give a flying fuck what Enid thought, and was offended that she had butt in. I think she may have been more offended that Enid had insulted her favourite flower.

“Mrs. Sawyer,” Reggie said calmly, “This is not your wedding. If you are going to insist on insulting and interrupting my customers, I will have to ask you to leave. If, however, you would like to purchase a mini-rose bouquet for yourself, you will have to wait, as I am currently busy with a customer. Perhaps you can call and make an appointment.”

I wanted to say “Oh Snap!”, but held back. Barely.