~FLOWERS~

"I ordered lilac tulips, not pansies!!!" Sophia exclaimed as she watched the shipment of flowers arrive.

"No ma'am. It says right here..." Sophia's flower provider, Howard, began. "Well I'll be darned. You're right. It does say tulips," the man said.

Sophia pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to stay calm and compose herself. She had to remain level-headed. After all, she was used to this, right? She was a wedding planner. And disasters like this were part of the job description. She just had to stay calm.

"I'm not paying for these. I specifically asked for lilac tulips," Sophia said.

"Well can't you just use these?" Howard asked.

"They're two completely different kinds of flowers! I can't make the arrangements the client asked for with these!" Sophia exclaimed. 

"Well, I won't be able to get another shipment in until next week. Today's Thursday and we don't do shipments over the weekend. Unless you want me to overnight it. But then you'd have to pay an extra $100," Howard said.

Sophia bit the side of her cheek and mulled this over. In the grand scheme of things, $100 wasn't a lot of extra money to pay. The wedding was to be held on Sunday and she needed to have the arrangements done by Saturday night. If she did decide to save the $100, she would be behind in making the flower arrangements. And if she was behind in making the flower arrangements, she would be behind in the other table decor. She had to make 100 arrangements, not including the flower arch. She needed the flowers as soon as possible.

"Overnight them. I need the flowers by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Mindy will take care of the check," Sophia said, making an executive decision. 

"I'll get them to you," Howard said.

"You better," Sophia mumbled under her breath as she walked away. There was still so much to do, even if the wrong flowers weren't delivered.

"Miss Hart! The photographer is on the phone," Brent, Sophia's new intern, said, rushing towards her with her cell-phone. 

"What does he want?" she asked, taking the phone from him. "Hello, Sophia Hart," she said putting the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Sophie, it's Joey. I have bad news," was the first thing Sophia heard. She groaned.

"That's never a good thing," she said, grabbing a hold of a swivel chair and sitting herself down on it. "What happened?" she asked. 

"Are you sitting?" he asked. "You should sit if you aren't."

"I'm sitting. Just spit it out," Sophia snapped.

"My team quit," he said bluntly.

"What?!" she shouted. Everyone in her vicinity looked over at her. After receiving a glare back from her, they all went back to their work.

"There were some creative differences about a project we're working on. Long story short, my guys all quit. It's only me and Lana now," Joey said. 

Sophia rubbed her temple with her fingers. Could this day get any worse?

"I need three photographers and one camera man, Joey. Do what you have to and find two more people. The wedding is in three days and the client is expecting top-notch photography. If we don't give it to her, we're both screwed," Sophia said.

"I have three days to find two people?" Joey asked. "Two is a stretch. What if I found one more?" he questioned.

"She's paying for three photographers and one camera man. That's what she's expecting. That's what we have to give her," Sophia replied, getting aggravated quickly. 

"I'll see what I can do," he said.

"No. You will get two more people. This is your fault, Joey. I don't care what differences you and your team had. Either put them aside for this event or find two more people. You have no other choice," Sophia said.

"But--" he began.

"No buts! Just do it!" she shouted and then hung up. She looked at her phone in distaste.

"Anything I can get you, Miss Hart?" Brent asked tentatively. Sophia looked up at her assistant. He was a recent college graduate and he looked like an apprehensive little puppy.

"Poison," she said.

"I don't think suicide is the way to go..." he said. She glared at him and he jumped a little.

"Aspirin it is," he said, walking away quickly. She closed her eyes and sighed.

One week, she thought darkly. One week and this will all be over.

She felt her phone buzz in her hand and she opened her eyes to look at the screen.

Carly White, client.

She swiped the green button to the right and put the phone to her ear.

"Carly! How are you?" she asked, feigning cheeriness. Just because she knew the disaster that was happening with her client's wedding, didn't mean the client needed to figure it out.

"Hi, Sophia. I was just calling to check up on things. You said the flower arrangements would be made today? I was hoping I could get a look at one of them, just for peace of mind," Carly asked.

"There was a minor setback in that. I decided to get them shipped by tomorrow so that they'll look more fresh on the day of the wedding," she lied. No need to tell the client that there was a misunderstanding with the order. Like she said, just because she was stressed, didn't mean the client needed to be. That was the Promise of the Hart, her business pitch.

"Oh! I guess that's a good idea. I do want the flowers to look fresh on the day of the wedding," Carly said. 

"Exactly. I knew you would," Sophia said.

"Well, in that case, are you busy right now? I was going in for a last minute dress fitting with the girls and I wanted you to be there," Carly said. 

Busy? Busy wasn't the word she would have used. After getting the wrong shipment of flowers and having her photographers cancel on her, she had her hands full with things to do. But the client was more important. Whatever she wanted, she would get. Besides, lunch wasn't that important. 

"I can spare an hour or so," Sophia said, feeling her stomach protest in hunger. She hadn't eaten breakfast in the morning or dinner the night before. She was feeling the effects of skipping those meals now.

"Wonderful! I'll meet you at Annie's Boutique in twenty minutes," Carly said. 

"See you there!" Sophia said, smiling bitterly to herself. She hung up and groaned. Brent brought her a bottled water and held out a pill to her. 

"Is that the poison I asked for?" she asked, glancing at the pill in his hand.

"More like Tylenol," Brent replied, handing it over. She unscrewed the cap on the bottle and threw the pill into the back of her mouth. She gulped down half the bottle of water and winced. She hated taking medicine.

"I have to meet the client at the boutique. Call me if anything else goes wrong," Sophia said to Brent.

"Yes, ma'am," Brent said, nodding as he took the unfinished bottle of water from her. She stood up and clapped him on the shoulder, pursing her lips. He nodded again and she sighed, walking away to meet her client. 

It was just another day in the life of a Hamptons wedding planner. 

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A/N: So this is the new story that I'm writing in place of The Four Aces. Like I said, I wasn't really connecting with the characters in that story as much. I like writing about older people because I connect with them more than I connect with high school characters. 

Anyway, this is going to be a fun little story. It's not going to be too long. I will still be writing Trinity War. This is just a project on the side. Let me know what you think so far!

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Thanks to EveAylen_ for the cover! If anyone else wants to make a cover or banner, feel free to send it to me! I'll put it in the side 

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