Rising Moon (The Rune Stone Trilogy)

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                  It took Aylin no time to finish the rest of the bridesmaid’s bouquets, and she went to start the corsages and boutonnières, but she noticed them all ready to go in clear plastic containers. " Jordan? When did you do these? " She hadn’t noticed them earlier.
                  " Last n ight, it was pretty slow and Ted wasn’t home, so I stayed and whipped them up. " Jordan shrugged from her table. She was barely peaking above the field of orange and red flowers. She reminded Aylin of a painting she once saw of a pixie barely visible in a field of sunflowers, the pixie’s hair red as fire from the sun.
                  " Thank you, Jordan, " she said appreciatively, though it made her wary. She felt unnerved that she hadn’t noticed them earlier. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had fought to keep her concentration all morning long.
                  She grabbed the two buckets of flowers she had set aside for the bridal bouquet. Once again, it would be a simple bouquet, but it she wanted to work on it with extreme care. Brides deserved perfection.
                  This bridal bouquet would be built of only two kinds of flowers, roses and stephanotis, the white waxy flower that had perfect teardrop shaped petals. She formed the deep orange and red roses into a large dome, and then she sprinkled in the stephanotis throughout the dome to give the bold bouquet some color relief. Once the stems were wrapped securely with red ribbon, and the ribbon studded with pearl-headed pins, she began sticking a white pearl-headed pin into the center of each flower. Halfway through she caught herself imagining sticking the pins into Blake.
                  She couldn’t really blame him for acting so rudely towards her, he didn’t know her and she certainly didn’t know him. She was only trying to help Terra, not harm her.
                  When the pin entered her finger she gasped and then snapped her mouth shut. No more thinking about Blake, she had a job to do and she would do it with perfection.
                  In no time Jordan had left to deliver the tabletop arrangements and Aylin was finishing up the hair wreath. The back door opened and Eliana walked in carrying an iced coffee. " Good afternoon, " Aylin smiled to her. She noticed El was still wearing last night’s outfit. " Good night last night? "
                  El sat down on the stool across from Aylin and slid the coffee toward her. " It always is with James. How are things going here? "
                  " Great. We’re making good timing. " Aylin nodded. She paused long enough to take a long sip of the coffee. " Thank you for this. "
                  " No problem. I also came by for the cake topper. You asked me to deliver it for you? " She waited for Aylin to answer.
                  " Oh God! " Aylin jumped off her stool, sending it flying to its side. " I forgot the cake topper. " She slapped a hand to her forehead.
                  " Settle down. " El took off her black shrug and walked over to the aprons. She slid one on over her short red strapless dress. " Good thing you’ve taught me a few things. " She made her way to the cooler and pulled out the extra flowers that were left over.
                  " You are a life saver. " Aylin smiled across the table.
                  " I know. Just wait till you really need my saving. " El winked at her and quickly went to work. After the initial wave of panic dissipated, Aylin let herself feel quite proud of El. After a few years of showing her how to work with flowers, El’s hands moved with ease. She made quick work of picking out the yellow roses and mixing in greenery. She added a few small white stephanotis blooms, hidden under the roses, for a happy marriage, just as Aylin had done with the bridal bouquet. Once

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