My fiancé died before our wedding — three months later, his mother spotted me at another wedding and immediately tried to hide.

I’m a florist.

Weddings had always been my favorite jobs.

After Adrian d*ed, I couldn’t even look at a bridal bouquet without thinking about the one I’d chosen for myself.

But eventually, I had bills to pay.

So three months after his funeral, I finally agreed to start taking wedding jobs again.