She looked over at Katie and Ariana seated at the work bench. They were putting together an arrangement and looked as tired as she felt. They'd stayed up nearly all night discussing Phil and trying to convince Ariana that everything was going to be all right. It didn’t help, though, that Phil had called three times. Obviously, Katie's suggestion to ignore him wasn't working. But what else was there to do? Talking to him wouldn't solve anything, and it might make matters worse. The bell over the Rosebud’s front door tinkled, and Zoe went to see who'd come in. A heavy-set woman with long dark hair stood at the counter. “Welcome to the Rosebud. How may I help you?” “I’d like a dozen pink roses. It’s my daughter’s birthday.” Zoe walked over to the cooler and picked out twelve beauties. “Would you like baby’s breath and greens with it? There’s no additional charge.” The woman smiled. “Yes, please. That would be great.” Zoe ripped some floral paper off the roll to wrap the bouquet then handed it to her.
