Elly In Bloom (10 page)

Ardelle sighed and brushed her bangs out her eyes. “When I first traveled through France, I was struck by ze life and ze culture of it all. The fields of lavender, ze delicate lines of a tulip…it was a miracle. Then, I saw how gifted I was as a designer and student. My teachers revered me, absolutely REVERED me. Zey said they had never had such a designer. My clients ask for me by name. I once made a small bouquet for the Queen of England. Can you imagine? And I never heard about it, no, not once, which was a shame. But, I figured, with all the things she has to worry about….why would she take ze time to call me? But of course, a thank you would have been nice.”

Elly looked up from her book and smiled. Ardelle looked at her. “Are you a designer, or do you simply work here in ze office? You do not look like you have a designer’s physique.”

A designer’s physique?
Elly bit her lip to keep from laughing. Ardelle stood up and started pacing the room, waving her hanky at things.

“When I work here, you will want to move my station up by ze window. That way the adoring public can see my creations up close. It is very special for them to be able to watch a master at work. The dog will have to go. Zere is no place for such a hairy little creature in a place with true art. And I do have a minimum that I require for working. I simply cannot make anything beautiful for less than $300. It does not give me enough incentive to even pick up a….a daisy.”

She said “daisy” as if it were the most vile thing she could imagine. Elly envisioned herself shaking the woman.

“Well, Ardelle, thank you for coming in, but I do have another interview today…”

“Oh course you do, darling, but I’m not worried. A place like zis could greatly benefit from my working here. It is a little close to the Jewish side of town, but, you know, zey have lots of money. I’ve done many arrangements for Hanukkah in silvers and blues. But you do mostly weddings, no? I feel zat brides are silly creatures; they really need to be told what zey want. Most of them don’t even know what they are doing. They should just stick to making babies.” Ardelle slapped her gloves against her hand. “Not that it is zeir fault. Not everyone is blessed with royal parenthood and uncanny intelligence. No, not everyone, but those of us zat have gifts must educate the masses. Yes. Did you know my home was once featured in Better Homes and Gardens?”

More like “Better Homes Than Yours,”
Elly thought to herself, shaking her head. She felt like this woman had run her over with a truck. One rose scented Mack truck. Ardelle pointed to the arrangement on the counter.

“I think I would add some French tulips and apple blossoms to zis arrangement here. It’s absolutely dreadful. Yes, it could use ze touch of someone with exquisite gifts.”

There was the sound of a glass breaking in the back. Elly realized that Kim had been listening in. She needed to get this woman out of here, before Kim emerged from the back. Elly looked frantically at the woman’s lavender scented resume.

“It says here that you left Clayton Flowers last year. Why was that?”

She saw a small look of annoyance cross the woman’s face.

“Not that it matters much,” she fluttered her hands around her face. “Well, there was a girl who worked zere,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, “an illegal. I can only guess. She only spoke in Spanish and she smelled like burritos. She was cleaning ze studio and accidentally knocked over a beautiful pink teacup I had filled with roses. It was a work of art. Such a shame. Well, I lost my temper, totally to be expected after all ze hours I spent on it, and I hit her with a broom. Ze soft side. It was just against her cheek.”

Elly’s mouth dropped open. “After the police left – such a nice and handsome sergeant – Clayton Flowers was forced – truly forced, to let me go. Zey were devastated.”

Elly pointed to the door. “Please leave.”

Ardelle looked shocked. “You are not hiring me?”

“No,” Elly said, and she added kindly, “I just think someone with your talents would be better suited at a different shop.”

Ardelle walked up to her and stuck her fingers in Elly’s face and hissed. “You will be sorry. I am ze Julia Child of flowers. You have no idea what you are missing. This will not be last you hear of Ardelle Buche!!”

This woman is insane
, thought Elly.

“Okay.” Elly gestured to the door. “Thanks for coming in. I appreciate your time.”

Ardelle grabbed her designer bag and put her sunglasses on and faced Elly triumphantly. “Just so you know, I make every arrangement as if it is for Jesus Christ himself!”

And with that, Ardelle Buche trounced out the door. Cadbury growled at her heels. Elly blinked.
What the heck just happened
, she asked herself.

Kim practically ran out of the office, with Snarky Teenager on her heels.

“Oh my God, did that lady say that she hit someone with a BROOM?”

Elly grinned, “Yeah, but it was only on the cheek”. She shrieked with giggles and collapsed in a chair. “That woman was A RIOT. I don’t even know if I believe if she was real. As my mother used to say, ‘There is a mad woman living not in the attic, but on the main floor…”

Kim was shaking her head. “She slapped someone with a broom…”

Elly grinned maliciously, “I’m going to slap YOU with a broom if you don’t get back to work on the wedding for this weekend.”

Kim stuck her tongue out at Elly. “Do you have another interview now?”

“Mmm…no, I have a consultation with a Ms. Kepke at three,” she said, checking her appointment book, “and then another interview at five.”

Elly groaned. Ardelle had been amusing, but the whole hiring adventure had been a nightmare. She was at the point where she doubted she would find anyone that would work. It wasn’t just that the interviews had been a nightmare. Wedding season was now looming over her head – a violent storm hovering on the horizon. It was both fantastic and awful. Days that blended together into madness, endless phone calls and lots of bride meltdowns. Yes, Elly was both dreading and anticipating wedding season. To make matters worse, training a new worker to design up to Elly’s level took months. She shook her head.

“I know someone.” Snarky Teenager piped up, her thin frame hidden behind Kim’s shoulder.

“I have a friend named Romy - well, she likes to be called Rom, like the disc drive, because she’s really into technology - anyways, she is looking for a job, and she is, like, super creative…she has these paintings that are, like, her finger markings in chocolate, but it’s supposed to be blood.”

“Thanks,” snapped Elly, rubbing her temples, “that’s a huge help. She sounds GREAT.”

Kim gave Elly an apologetic smile and ushered Snarky Teenager into the back while she jabbered on about her friend. Elly allowed herself one more aggravated sigh and then started setting up for her consultation.

First, she put a tall glass vase of colored poppies onto the table and laid out dozens of wedding books, all with elegant covers showing million dollar weddings. Elly then laid out her consultation forms, calculators and pens. Down onto the table went a tiny dish with petite fours on it, bottled water and expensive crackers that no one ever ate. She turned on her stereo – a soothing mix of violin, piano and Celtic choral hymns – and settled into her chair.

Consultations were one of her favorite parts of the job. It was fascinating to see the different ideas and visions that brides had for their weddings, whether it was crafty, Asian-inspired, stripes, rustic or modern, the ideas always reflected the bride, and Elly loved being part of that picture. This, however, was a mother-of-the-bride coming in alone and those consultations were usually formal and tense, with the mother dictating every decision, and they usually ended up with flowers straight out of 1940. Elly grimaced. She heard footsteps coming up the patio.
Baby’s breath, here we come
, she thought. Her fingers drummed on the table anxiously.

The door opened and a beautiful older woman entered. Ashamed at the thought, Elly tried to quiet down the embarrassing voice in her head that screamed, “
Be nice, this woman has MONEY.
” But still, it was obvious. She had a sparkling tennis bracelet on her left wrist, and a diamond the size of a walnut on her right hand. Elly tried not to stare as its sharp clarity and emerald accents sparkled in the sun. The woman was stunning, and would have been so regardless of what jewelry she wore. She carried her elegance in her face. Her silver hair was pulled back loosely with a leather headband that matched the belt looped around her camel pantsuit. She glided across the floor, radiating light and ease.

“Hello. I’m Sunny Kepke.” She smiled brightly. Elly smiled back.

“It’s so nice to meet you. Please sit down. Help yourself to some water, petit fours or crackers.”

Sunny reached out and grabbed all three and handed a cracker to Cadbury, who had planted his head on her knee. Elly immediately liked her.

“Well, let me tell you a little bit about Posies. We are a private florist. We cater to our client’s personality and style. It’s all about what you want, and not what we decide. We use the freshest flowers from all over the world, and we are known for our garden arrangements, but can do any style you desire. Our clients...”

Sunny put her hand lightly on Elly’s arm. “No need for the speech, dear. I know your flowers well. My best girlfriend, Meghan Bamber, sends me bouquets from you all the time.”

Elly knew Meghan. She was a sweet older lady who was one of their best clients.

Sunny continued, “I already know I want to book you for my daughter’s wedding. So, can we go from there?” She wiped the crumbs from her hand. Elly wanted to kiss this woman. “I will give you the basics and let you worry about the rest.”

Elly nodded, and began taking furious notes.

“My daughter’s wedding is at the Hotel La Vie on November 20
^th
. We are having approximately 250 guests. The ceremony will be in the hotel courtyard and the reception in their Amelia ballroom. Our colors are seashell, metallic buttercup with pale canary accents and a hint of thulian.”

Elly wrote down “white, gold, pale yellow, pink.”

“We would like the main emphasis on the exotic, but also with some romantic blown garden flowers. Cattalaya orchids – well, all orchids, really - Garden Roses, Calla Lilies, Gardenias, Peonies, and Lisanthus. Other flowers are acceptable, but we want to keep the emphasis on these. I really love peonies.”

Elly nodded. “What were you thinking for the bouquets?” she asked.

Sunny smiled. “I was thinking all cattalaya orchids for the bride, and then just a mix of flowers for the bridesmaids. I trust your artistic judgment there. There are a lot of bridesmaids. My daughter has many friends.” She paused. “There are 13 of them.”

“Wow, that is a lot,” Elly responded. She looked down. “This sounds beautiful. Did you have an idea for the ceremony?”

Sunny pointed to a picture from the Martha Stewart magazine that showed a richly decorated church. Flowers poured from every surface.

“I think something like this. I completely trust your design instinct. I know you do beautiful work. There will be an arbor made of Manzanita branches, and we would like that covered with orchids, but the rest will be up to you.”

Elly was shocked. No one had ever given her so much freedom in the designing. Normally, she spent hours on the phone discussing one corsage for an insignificant guest book attendant. This was lovely new territory to explore.

“For the reception we would like both tall and short centerpieces, using the garden flowers and the orchids. Lots of candles. My daughter also picked this out.”

Sunny pushed a picture across the table of a chandelier made up of huge billowy white flowers. Elly immediately recognized the picture; it was from the wedding of a rather popular talk show host.
I wonder how to approach this next part
, she thought. Budgets were always a sensitive subject, and brides’ desires were almost always bigger than their checkbooks.

“Sunny, I feel the need to tell you that this kind of arrangement is very, very expensive. There might be a way that we can mimic the style of it without you spending a fortune.”

Sunny frowned. “No, no, I want this. I’m not sure how much flowers cost – I’m kind of new at this – but, our budget is $45,000.”

Elly smiled and quickly calculated the normal percent of a wedding budget that covered flowers.

“Oh, sure. Well, $4,500 is a very healthy budget for flowers. But I don’t know that it will cover all that and this chandelier. Let me show you what else we can do…”

“No dear.” Sunny stayed friendly, even as she corrected her. “Our budget is $45,000 for the flowers.”

Elly thought she had misheard her. Forty-five thousand dollars for flowers? That was enough to feed a small country. That was enough to buy a couple of cars. That was enough…
Oh Lord,
Elly thought
, that would be enough to pay off my apartment
.
Completely
.
Stay cool. Don’t pee your pants
.

She tried to recover, and not show her sudden elation. She hoped neon dollar signs weren’t lit up in her eyes.

“Well, that will definitely be enough for this chandelier, and anything else you want.”

“Wonderful!” Sunny cooed. “Well – should I write the check now or later?”