The wire frames had been a pain in the a*s to build, but Misty thought she’d finally managed what she wanted. The pair of them ought to give the structure she needed to hold up the massive sprays she intended to mount to either side of the arbor. She’d be doing most of the rest on-site the night before and the day of the wedding, but having this piece finished was a load off. Her supplier had dropped off the flowers earlier in the day, and the entire massive lot of them were currently residing in the big walk-in cooler, waiting to be stripped and prepped. She’d get started on that tonight before heading home.
Someone knocked on the front door of the shop. She’d been closed for more than an hour. Thinking it might be Cayla with some last-minute wedding emergency, Misty went to answer. But
