Misty tucked a pencil into the twist of auburn hair knotted at her nape, dislodging some of the yellow freesia she wore today to advertise her wares. “Okay, I’ll get to work on some designs this week and try to pull something together for you by next Thursday.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.” Cayla began gathering her own notes from this morning’s client meeting. It had run long but had gone well. She’d landed the gig for planning the Sandersons’ golden anniversary party. Since she’d already been in town from that, she went ahead and stopped by Moonbeams and Sweet Dreams to talk to her friend about prospective flowers.
“Now, how about you tell me why you’ve looked on the verge of tears since you walked in here?” She shot a look toward the front of the store, verifying they were alone.
