Sealed with a Kiss

Fiona was a quiet young lady. Not many people knew her and she had a tight, close circle of friends. Four other girls. Cassidy, Willow, Margot and Sirena. But there was one thing Fiona loed more than anything else. Frangapanis. Her house was covered in them and she loved them.

When she finally moved out of home, she moved into a little cottage in the woods. It was a beautiful property with a long driveway lined either side with tall, green trees. At the beginning of the drive was a little white gate. The cottage was beautiful with yellow- pink bricks and a pale pink- white roof. To the left was a little front yard. A perfectly mowed green lawn and a white table with chairs as well as a beautiful pink frangapani tree centering the yard, right in front of the front, living room window. That was why Fiona became a florist. She owned a little flower shop in town, 'Frangapani Flowers'. Fiona's life may seem like a fairytale. It only lacked one thing, love.

That all changed when a very handsome man walked in to her flower shop. He immediately came to the counter. "Hi." Fiona greeted him. "Welcone to Frangapani Flowers. What can I do for you?" "Ah. Well, I wanted a boquet of flowers. For my girlfriend." The man replied. "I wasn't really sure what to get her and my mates said this is the best florist in town, so I thought I'd ask here." "Ah." Fiona sighed. "Thanks. It's wonderful to hear that people like my shop." "Now. Is there anything in particular your girlfriend likes?" "Gardenia." The man realised. "She loves gardenias." "Ah. I do like those." Fiona agreed, going toward the left of her store. "We've got some right over here." The man followed her close behind. "How about these?" Fiona asked, turning to face the man with a bunch of gardenias tied together with a beautiful pale pink ribbon. "Is there a special occasion?" Fiona asked. "I'm planning to propose." The man admitted. "Sorry." Fiona apologised. "I didn't catch your name before." "Ben." He answered. "Fiona."

"Well. If you're proposing." Fiona continued. "It should be something more romantic." She grabbed a bunch of untied gardenias and headed back toward the counter. Ben again, followed close behind her like a puppy following its owner. She wrapeed the gardenias tightly in a sheet of pale pink tissue paper then in a sheet of hot pink wrapping paper. Finally, she tied the whole thing together with a thin, pale pink ribbon and tied it into a neat bow. Then she grabbed a pair of scissors and made the ends of the ribbon all curly. Fiona handed the bouquet to Ben. "These are Beautiful. She'll love them. Thank you." Ben thanked. "Now, how much do I owe you?" Fiona got out her calculator, and quickly calculated the costs. "$19.90" Fiona said after a moment. "Here you are." Ben said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out two notes. A 20 and a 10. He handed them to Fiona. She swas just about to get his change when he put up his hand. "Keep the change." He said and walked out. "Thanks." She called after him. "Good luck." But it was too late. By the time the words had made their way out of her mouth. The door had closed and he had disappeared from sight, away down the street.

The next week, a pretty looking woman walked into her Fiona's shop and walked right up to the counter. "Hi." She greeted Fiona. "Are you Fiona." "Last time I checked." Fiona joked. The woman let out a little giggle. Fiona looked her up and down. She wore a gorgeous turquoise blue summer dress and white shoes with small heels. Her hair was blonde and in a bob cut. "I'm Denise, Ben's fiance." She explained. "You accepted!" Fiona realised. "Yes I did. I just wanted to thank you for helping him with the flowers. They were gorgeous."

Months later, Fiona had long forgotten aboout Ben and Denise when a wedding invite came in the mail. 'Benjamin Turner and Denis Keller request the pleasure of the company of Fiona at their wedding on Saturday, March 19th at 2pm.'

Soon, the wedding day came, and Denise was walking up the aisle. But she stopped when Ben took her hands. A hush fell over the guests. "Ben, I'm sorry. But I can't marry you, I'd be making a huge mistake if I did. See, I don't love you, not really." Denise admitted. "Well that's good. In a way." Ben agreed. "See I do love you Denise." He said, kissing her cheek. "But there's someone else I love more." Ben walked slowly toward Fiona. Lucky she was on the end of the aisle. She got up as she saw him approach. "Ben, what are you..." Fiona didn't get a chance to finish her sentence. Ben kissed her long, hard and passionately on the lips. Fiona hadn't realised it before, but she knew better then ever now that she loved him too and so she kissed him back.

Two years later, Fiona and Ben went down the aisle. But this time, they went all the way and a few moments later, they were pronounced man and wife. They sealed the deal with a kiss. And then was Fiona's fairytale a gift. To make it even better, Fiona had her little frangapani flower shop to thank for it all.