It was a mostly cheerful Joan who opened the flower shop today. She was still vaguely embarrassed about the whole thing with Jess last week, but instead of dwelling on it, she put her energy to decorating the sign outside with some pretty pink flowers.
The sign in the window read:
Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh, clean flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available
upon request.
[there is no ocd, only Zul]