It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and Zarina decided to visit their flower shop just a few meters away from their house. She hoped to divert her attention from the stress of her unfinished design and engage in something productive.
Since it was Sunday, Auntie Isabelle was not on duty. She served as their storekeeper for the flower shop, as Grandma preferred to concentrate on the garden landscape rather than the store. Grandma often mentioned that she wasn't into business, but somehow, they ended up with a flower business.
What an irony.
After a few minutes of walking from home, she finally reached the small flower shop. Upon entering, she cleaned and arranged some flowers.
"Oh, God! What an exercise!" she muttered. After lifting some pots, she found herself sweating bullets and panting to catch her breath. Standing up straight, she leaned her back against the store counter, still trying to catch her breath.
