This episode is subtitled: ‘We need you, Jaz…’
I’d been dreading this week. We normally enjoy preparing flowers for weddings, even though it can be a bit hair-raising getting all of our beautiful creations to the right place at the right time on the day. But this particular bride was the bride from hell.
We’d first met Penelope at a wedding fair twelve months ago when she’d approached our stand clutching a pale pink and silver notebook with diamanté details on the front. Jaz had given me a nudge and whispered, ‘See if you can put her off, Jen.’
‘Don’t judge a book by its cover,’ I’d whispered back, thinking that not all brides with mood boards and theme ideas and snippets of silk in diamanté-encrusted notebooks would be a nightmare.