Marlowe
The phone rang at seven in the morning, considerably too early for anything except bad news, and I answered it still half-tangled in sleep, King already stirring beside me at the sound.
"This is Willowbrook Florals," a stressed, unfamiliar voice said, words tumbling out fast. "I'm so sorry, I know this is the worst possible timing, but we've had a family emergency, and I'm not going to be able to deliver your order today. I've tried three other florists in the area, and everyone's booked solid given the storm warnings pushing other weddings' timelines around too."
I sat bolt upright, fully awake now, adrenaline chasing away any remaining drowsiness. "You're canceling. Today. The morning of my wedding."
"I truly am sorry. I wish I had better news, or more warning to give you."
