Page 45 of Loving Violet
Mrs. Mirtha nods sagely. "It's love, Violet. Mark my words."
My cheeks flush at their words, unsure of what to say. Austin's attention has indeed been noticeable, and the intensity of his gaze earlier has left an indelible impression on me.
As I continue with my tasks behind the counter, I can't help but replay Austin's words and the way he looked at me. His presence lingers in the air, stirring emotions and hopes I haven't felt in so long. With every hair on my body standing and a shiver running through me, I realize that Thursday night can't come soon enough.
Later, I find a single white rose on the counter with a note attached.
You get more and more beautiful each day. I wish you were mine.
Who is sending me presents and notes?I didn’t notice Austin with a flower, but I guess he is a sneaky one. I pull the rose to my nose and take a deep breath. I love roses.Should I ask Austin if he is the one sending me notes and now this flower?So far I have receive a handful of notes. Maybe I will Thursday over dinner.
That night, while Adrian is absorbed in his favorite TV show, Josy joins us in the living room. She's positively beaming about all the new customers at the coffee shop, all thanks to the successful social media campaign we launched together.
"I can't believe how many new faces have been coming in," Josy exclaims, settling into the armchair opposite me. "Your posts really did the trick, Vi."
"I'm thrilled it's paying off," I reply with a smile. "It's been amazing to see."
Adrian looks up from the TV, his eyes bright with excitement. "Hey, Aunt Josy, do you think it's okay if I have a dog at your apartment?" he asks eagerly. "Mom said we can go pick one out soon!"
Josy's face lights up at Adrian's request. "A dog? Didn’t we say that you were going to have it when the new house is done?”
“Yes, we did. But I can’t wait to have him. I feel so lonely.”
“Buddy, you are laying it on thick,” I say with a laugh.
“That sounds like a great idea! As long as your mom says yes, I'm all for it,” she says warmly. I guess that wewillhave that dog before we have the house.
I turn to Adrian with a smile. "But remember, you'll have to take care of it," I remind him gently.
"I will, Mom, I promise!" Adrian assures me.
"Alright then," I say, tousling his hair affectionately. "Next weekend we'll visit the animal shelter and see if we can find the perfect pet for you."
Adrian grins broadly, clearly looking forward to the idea of having a furry companion soon. Josy shares stories from her own childhood with a beloved dog, and we spend the rest of the evening planning our trip to the shelter and discussing what kind of dog Adrian might like.
Watching Adrian and Josy bond over the excitement of getting a dog makes me happy. Tomorrow I'll dive back into the hustle of managing the coffee shop and prepare for Thursday night with Austin. But for now, I cherish the simple joy of this cozy evening at home with my son and my best friend.
Chapter 18
Austin
Cleaning my hands with a towel,I survey my home with a critical eye. The pasta is ready, the Alfredo sauce is perfect, and the garlic bread is almost done. My house is clean and everything seems to be in order.
I think I am ready for Violet.
I designed this house a few years back, and I’m damn proud of it. It’s in a great neighborhood with tree-lined streets and good people. The house has a modern, cozy vibe with just the right amount of rustic to keep things grounded.
The open layout connects the kitchen, living room, and dining area—perfect for when I have people over. My favorite part? The kitchen. Dark cabinets against light granite counters and stainless steel appliances. The island in the middle pulls it all together. It's not just for cooking; it’s where people gather.
Tonight, I’ll be serving chicken Alfredo; Violet’s favorite.No pressure, right?
The living room’s just as comfortable. Big sofa, modern fireplace, and a few pieces of art which add some personality without going overboard.
I glance at the clock, it’s almost seven.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous energy buzzing inside of me. This dinner has to be perfect. I want Violet to feel special, to know that I’ve put thought and effort into tonight.
The sound of the doorbell jolts me out of my thoughts. I quickly run my fingers through my hair, give myself a once-over in the hallway mirror, and head to the door. When I open it, there she is.
