Once people started buying my flower creations, they really started buying them! I almost couldn’t keep up with the demand. I wasn’t about to complain though because I was finally able to update the bajezzus out of my house.
I even had a proper kitchen — with ice cream maker, of course. I was reluctant to give up my handmade dining room set, even if it wasn’t the most beautiful, I made it myself when I first got here so it was more sentimental than anything.
I also forgot how quickly kittens turn into cats. Sox and Lox are fully grown terrors now. Still cute but they have a habit of tearing up my house while I’m out. I wonder what kind of conversations they have?
Meanwhile, I’m still trying to figure out just what I want to do with my life. I’ll be honest, I never saw myself as a lifelong flower peddler. I still remember what Nana said to me about fulfilling the family’s dreams so I’ve been studying for a military career with the hopes of becoming an astronaut like Great Great Gramma Mollie. I’m also thinking a potential political run at some point once I get my life together. So many dreams, so little time.
As much as I love Sox and Lox, I needed some human interaction. I joined a singles group. I know, it’s not one of my smarter ideas but I had to get out of the house and other clubs seemed so…stuffy.
The first meetup was at some place called “The Hangout” which should have maybe been a clue that I had made a mistake. But nevertheless I went to the meetup and actually had a pretty good time to start. There were 6 of us and the whole point wasn’t to pickup someone but just to chat and hangout so I was pleasantly surprised.
Before too long, that JACKASS from the Romance Festival arrived! He had the audacity to show his face in this city after never calling me. I took it upon myself to let him know exactly what kind of a piece of work I thought he was.
“HEY YOU!” I yelled across the bar as I launched my attack.
“Oh! Uh…Violet, right?” He gave me a wink that would have normally melted my cold heart but we’d already played that game.
“Damn right it’s Violet! You never called me! You were all, ‘Hey can I get your number, cutie’ and then You. Never. Called.” I really don’t know what came over me. I think it’s too much time with the cats.
“I am so sorry about that, Violet. Let me make it up to you. How about a date to Crystal Meadows Downtown? Say, tomorrow night?”
“Um. Ok.” I was shocked. Crystal Meadows Downtown was the swankiest place in the city. Well, in most cities even. It’s like some place I’d only be able to afford if I had 100 children and sold them all plus my soul.
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow night. 8pm.” And he sauntered off.
I ran home and dug out my best outfit and panicked until I passed out sometime in the wee hours of the morning.