It seemed to have a lavender theme and it smelled so much like her field of flowers that tears stung her eyelids. She could probably find ideas here for her own shop at home. Turning away from stocking the shelves, a beautiful Asian woman with shiny, straight black hair dressed in a lavender-hued blouse and skirt smiled and said, “Welcome! Are you here to make a spa appointment or may I help you with some products? Our herb of the month is lavender.” “Yes, I’m interested in your lavender products. I grow some lavender myself.” “Oh, where?” “In the Midwest.” “We have a spa in Chicago and one in Pittsburgh. Are either of those near you?” Ella wasn’t certain how much to reveal, but it was a good thing she didn’t say Ohio, because on the side wall, in a huge, slightly blurred black-and-white photo, almost like wallpaper, was a smiling Connie Lee!
