Cayla let the measuring tape snap back and carefully sketched out the main space of the office. Once she’d cleaned up and refinished it, the sideboard she’d snagged at the flea market last month would go perfectly along that entry wall, with some kind of cute display that included business cards and portfolios of the events she’d put together. The used file cabinets she’d scored had already been wrestled back to the tiny bedroom she was using as an office. Clients wouldn’t be back there, so there was no sense wasting a lot of time on prettying them up. Maybe if she got motivated, she’d repaint them or add some contact paper to cover up the rust spots. For now, her efforts needed to go toward the public spaces.
Wandering toward the front window, she mused over whether she should be on the
