Alex . . .â Marcella and I spoke in unison as we leaned in close to get a better look.
âTheyâre beautiful,â I added.
âGlad you agree.â The warmth of his smile echoed in his voice. âMy dad is sure this oneâs going to be our biggest seller. And based on what you just said, Iâm going to tell my dad we should call them . . . brace yourselves . . .â He looked at me. âThe Cassia.â
âNo way.â Was he teasing me? Judging from the serious look in his eyes, no.
âI think itâs a great idea.â He put the bucket down and flexed his upper arms. âImpulsive decision based on our last conversation. Hope you donât mind. That whole story about waiting for them to open up was great. Seems like weâve been waiting for this new line to bloom for ages.â He pulled one from the bucket and passed it my way. âWhat do you think?â
âI love it.â
âGreat. Just wanted your stamp of approval before making the name official. There are over one hundred species of roses.â His fingers swept over mine as he touched the rose inmy hand. âI thought you might get a kick out of knowing youâre now one of them.â
âIâm so flattered.â Really, flattered hardly described the feelings going on inside my heart right now. Zing-zing-zing! I breathed in the luscious scent of the gorgeous red bloom and sighed. âI just canât believe you would do this. You hardly know me.â
âOh, I know you, all right.â He gave me a little wink. âYouâre a rose, remember? I can tell you anything you want to know about yourself, just based on that.â
âRight, right.â I hardly knew what else to say. In our family, thingsâand peopleâgot named with ABCs for convenienceâs sake. No one took the time to focus on one personâs name like this. To give it special meaning. I didnât know how to take such a grandiose gesture.
And how timely that Marcella and Alex had both made a point to tell me how much my love of flowers meant to them. It felt really good to have someoneâin this case, a couple of someonesânotice and even care about my interests. I certainly didnât get that sort of admiration at home. Not over flowers, anyway. Jingles, sure. Roses, not so much.
Alex continued to share his fatherâs vision for the new Cassia line as he came and went from the shop, lugging in bucket after bucket. The reds had blown me away, of course, but those pinks! And the yellows. I could hardly believe the vibrant colors.
âThese yellows are my momâs favorites,â he said. âBut then again they would be. Sheâs a Texas girl through and through.â
âTexas girl?â
âSure.â He nodded. âYouâre a Texas girl now too. All Texas gals love yellow roses, right, Marcella?â
âYep.â Marcella nodded.
None of this was making sense to me.
âMamaâs from Splendora,â Alex said, âso sheâs always been partial to the Yellow Rose of Texas.â His eyes narrowed. âYou know that story, right?â
âNot really.â I shrugged, still distracted by the beautiful roses.
âStarted right here in Galveston and involved a beautiful young woman named Emily who was kidnapped by Mexican forces while they ravaged the island.â
Marcella shivered. âSuch an awful story.â
Alex leaned forward and spoke in hushed tones. Not sure why, since our only customer was on the opposite side of the shop. âAccording to folklore, Emily, um, distracted General Santa Anna and he let his guard down. This led to the Texans winning the fight.â
Heâd no sooner said the word Texans than an incoming customer started talking about the Texansânot the ones in the Battle of San Jacinto, but the football team. Turned out their victories were a bit more interesting to
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