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Chapter eight: Winhill flower gardens
After walking in the flower fields, Dylan trudged back to the flower shop to close for the day.
"Dylan, you can start closing now." Mrs. Furnival called out as she saw Dylan coming through the second floor window in her room.
"Yes Gran!" Dylan replied dryly.
Dylan started to sweep the floors for fallen petals and leaves and some dirt from the plants. Suddenly the phone rang.
Ah! Must be a customer. Dylan thought as he went to pick up the phone.
"Hello?" a smell feminine but lively voice spoke.
"Good afternoon, this is Winhill Flower Gardens. How may I help you?" Dylan said automatically.
"Ummm… Hi! May I speak with Mrs. Furnival?" The voice replied.
Dylan covered the speaker of the phone.
"Gran! Its for you!" Dylan called out loud so that the old lady could hear.
"Uh, hello?" The voice inquired.
"Please wait a moment, my grandmother is coming down. Hold on." Dylan said as he tilted his head and tapped his foot for Mrs. Furnival to pick up the phone.
At last Mrs. Furnival came down and took the phone from Dylan who waited to what seems like centuries have passed before the old lady got there.
"Hello?" Mrs. Furnival said after getting the phone from Dylan.
"Hi! Are you Mrs. Furnival?" The voice said with a tone of excitement in it.
"Yes, how may I help you?"
"What color of roses do you sell?"
"Let me see… we have red, white, yellow and pink roses." Mrs. Furnival replied after checking her list of flowers.
"Great! I'll take a dozen bouquets of each color." The voice squealed in excitement.
"That will be 10,540 gil for the lot."
"Ok! Umm… when is the soonest you can deliver the roses?"
"Within two days missy, to whom shall I address these? And where will we deliver it?"
"Oh! Selphie Tilmitt, Esthar hotel." The voice replied joyfully.
"To Miss Selphie Tilmitt, Esthar hotel. Four dozen bouquets of roses of different colors will be delivered in two days." Mrs.Furnival recited the order.
"Yup! Tee-hee, thanks!"
"Your welcome." And with that Mrs. Furnival placed down the phone.
Dylan looked at Mrs. Furnival with curiosity written all over his face.
"It was a customer from Esthar, she ordered four dozen bouquets of roses of different colors."
"Four dozen… bouquets??? Wow, the customer must be pretty rich!" Dylan smiled as he swept the last of the dirt on the ground.
"When will we deliver it?" Dylan inquired with excitement.
"Within two days. Alright, alright, I know you want to deliver it so I'll give the task to you, but you have to go with Gerard, (another aide of Mrs. Furnival in the shop.) He'll lead you there." Mrs. Furnival replied as she saw Dylan doing the puppy dog eyes to her.
"Yes!!! Alright!" Dylan exclaimed as he jumped for joy.
The next day…
Dylan awoke with a burst of energy and excitement surging through his veins.
" 'Morning Gran!" Dylan said as he kissed the cheek of Mrs. Furnival.
"Good morning to you too, I wonder why we are so hyped up today?" Mrs. Furnival said as she noticed Dylan's unusually super hyperactive behavior. (Imagine Dylan with a hyper Selphie energy times two)
"Awww… you know why Gran." Dylan said as he scratched the back of his neck but not losing his hyped attitude.
The old lady just smiled and nodded her head.
Dylan speedily finished his breakfast and decided to take a walk outside and check on the flowers on the way. But before Dylan stepped a foot out the door Mrs. Furnival spoke to him.
"Angeline will be going with you. She has been to Esthar before and pretty well knows the place. She'll be your guide. Oh and while you're there, go enjoy yourself and relax. You can stay there for four days."
"Really?! That's great! You're the best gran!" Dylan said as he bear hugged the old lady.
"Well, I'll get you something there. See ya!" Dylan said with an upbeat smile spread across his handsome face.
Dylan walked leisurely on the road and briefly paused where the van they were taking was parked to check on Gerard and the flowers.
After checking he strode on the rode over to Angeline's house. Dylan knocked on the door persistently.
"Okay, okay. Sheesh! You don't hafta knock like there's no tomorrow!" Angeline's voice responded with annoyance as she opened the door and let Dylan in.
"So, are ya ready???" Dylan said as he sat down the couch while trying to contain himself.
"My, my, you're very excited huh?" Angeline smiled at her friend's childlikeness.
"Hah! You be'cha!" Dylan smiled back.
"Haha, alright, I admit I'm pretty excited myself. I'll just get ready, Wait for me here 'kay?"
"Sure!" and with that Angeline left the room to prepare for their trip.
Dylan looked around the living room. He noticed some pictures on the table near the kitchen door. He got closer to get a better look.
The first picture was a man and a woman in formal attire with a little girl that must've been Angeline when she was a kid, standing in front of a beautifully kept garden. The next picture was an adolescent Angeline and Mrs. Furnival planting. The third was a picture of Angeline and him sitting on the couch. (Not naughty)
But the last but not the least picture was what caught Dylan's eye.
It was a picture of Angeline around five or six with another little girl in a sky blue outfit and the woman in his dream who was wearing a yellow turtleneck sweater and yellow hair band and jeans.
It's her, I wonder who she is and what connection does she have with Angeline… Dylan thought.
His thoughts were interrupted when Angeline came into the room.
"Took your time huh?" Dylan said with slight sarcasm in his voice as he smiled at Angeline.
"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't find the map for a while that's why it took me a while." Angeline apologized.
"Whatever, Let's go! Last one's an ugly catcherpillar!" Dylan said with mirth as he bolted out the door.
"Hey! No fair!" Angeline said as she began to run obviously trying to beat Dylan in his game.
He he. So I'm predictable huh? You guys guessed it right! Dylan's gonna be delivery boy! But can you guess what happens in chappy nine? I guess not! So stick around for Chapter nine, Missed encounter. Bwahahahaha! -
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