Daff snorted in the most unladylike manner at Hanna's comment. The entire appointment had been a bit tedious, but Daff was hopeful she'd be able to make it work. "Brides tend to be very inflexible." Even if she agreed with her friend's assessment; monotone pink was going to be boring, but Daff would spice it up with a bunch of different textures around the required roses.

"Which one?" She laughed, watching as Hanna worked on her puzzle at the little coffee table set up between the two green armchairs near the store's front window. It was a cozy little spot that Daff wanted while people were waiting and she loved the plush texture and rich forest green against the wood tones of the room. Her shop wasn't very big, hardly fifteen feet wide at the front itself, but she made up for it in comfort; or so she hoped. "There are three new arrivals scheduled for the spring and summer." Senna first, late May. Then it was anybody's guess as to who would go next, Zinnia or Dahlia. Two out of three were expected, but Zinnia's was the most controversial one.

Making her final notes on the order form, Daff tucked it into a folder, labeled it neatly and then put it on the end of the counter to go back into her office to be filed. The wedding wasn't for a couple of months, so Daff had time to figure that one out. She moved around the end herself and moved to join Hanna in the chairs. A wedding and three babes, a busy year for the Potts family indeed. She sunk into the chair gratefully and watched Hanna work with a bemused smile.