Summer shook her head violently.
"No, no… I want the flower arrangements in the middle of each table to follow the exact same design, the ones around the entrance and the ones around the band have to be the same exact same arrangements too!"
The florist was the cherry on top of her Sunday, and she was just about done being polite about it. The man was changing everything!
"Sir, if you have your notes mixed then I'll gladly come by first thing in the morning and meet again with you…"
Andrew sighed disapprovingly earning himself a glare, she pressed her index fingers against her lips in a silent shushing gesture.
