Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 2790

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2790

We Will Remarry

However, in that recording and video, Della’s name was not mentioned at all. This was the last time Larry showed his respect for her.

Finally, it was all over.

“Joan!” Suddenly, an unfamiliar female voice came from behind her.

Joan turned around immediately and there was this woman walking slowly towards her. She was a little suspicious since she could not recall this person at all.

“I heard that this flower shop belongs to you.” The woman pointed to the florist shop as she spoke in a gentle voice.

“That’s right,” Joan replied softly.

“Well, not bad. You do have charisma.” The woman studied Joan with a pleased smile on her face. That was a high-class lady who loved flowers but who had stringent requirements of flowers and florists.

“I want to buy some flowers.” As she spoke, she entered the flower shop.

“This, this and that. Please wrap them up for me.” As the classy lady spoke, she admired the flowers displayed in the shop seemingly well-versed with them.

As Joan observed the lady, she felt surprised but she contained her curiosity as she was a customer and the customer was always right.

While Joan busied herself, she was not able to converse much with the lady.

In fact, she had thought of asking the lady who the flowers were for and she could give some suggestions. However, on second thoughts, she decided not to be inquisitive.

After all that had happened, Joan was a little traumatized.

“Madam, here are your flowers.” Joan handed the wrapped-up flowers to the lady as she spoke. The lady brought the flowers close to her nose, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, seemingly very pleased.

“Well, these are good.” With that, the classy lady left.

The next day, a lot of customers appeared suddenly at the flower shop which scared Joan very much.

“What’s the matter? Did you ask them to come?” Delilah nudged her arm and asked her hurriedly.

Looking at the crowd, Joan was puzzled as she whispered in reply. “It’s not me.”