It was a typical Saturday afternoon. Which meant that in typical fashion Dahlia was daydreaming. In her dreams she was at home waiting for gentleman callers or trying on gowns for a social event that night. Instead she was reading a book at the front desk of the shop, wondering if Calla would come to visit this afternoon. She had baked a special cake back home for her decorated in buttercream calla lilies and was eager for her to see it. After all it wasn't every day one's sister turned sixteen.

The only distract Dahlia from her daydreams and her book was, surprisingly, not a customer, but instead her sister. She had hugged Calla tight when she had come into the store and wished her a happy birthday before Calla settled into the routine of the shop as it had been every summer. As much as Dahlia wished that the routine would end and she could be married and running a home of her own instead, she loved moments like this with her sisters and the routine of the store a familiar melody.

And then the normalcy disappeared.

There was a roar and all Dahlia could see was flames. Around her she heard crashing and breaking but her mind didn't take it in. Instead she threw herself to the side and collided with the wall, the force of whatever it was blasting her to the side. A scream escaped Dahlia's lips, lost in the noises around them, as her eyes squeezed shut and her body impacted with hard hot wood.

Everything seemed surreal around her, like a dream - no a nightmare. There was the croak of her name being called. Dahlia's eyes fluttered open to find a wall of wood. Her eyes couldn't focus on the debris that she would eventually realize was the celiling blocking her from the rest of the store. Smoke stung her eyes and her nose and the air felt sufficatingly hot - worse than the green house in the summer. "Calla?! Daffy!?" She tried to claw her way out the small space but there seemed to be no exit.