Ugh, why did I have to pick today of all days to oversleep? With only a week to go until the end of October, she’d have to work fast to prep the flowers for the haunting celebration the townspeople threw every Halloween and to arrange the cornstalks that were stored in the back of the shop. No one ever thought the floral business stayed busy this time of year, but people still ordered flowers and decorated their homes for trick-or-treaters. After grabbing her sweatshirt off the coat rack, she slipped it over her head and ran her fingers through all her curls. If she hurried, she’d arrive at the flower shop before the boss noticed she overslept. A fine mist lay heavy over the quaint little coastal town of Lindbergh, Oregon. She loved this time of year, when the leaves fell and the skies stayed darker. Carly jogged across the one street that ran through the center of town and flew in the front door of Rose’s Emporium. “Carly!” She stumbled to a stop, raised her gaze, and lost all ability to speak.
