I’ve lost Cat’s flowers to an angry bubbling coffee pot.

And yet somehow, the chaos ensuing around me is worse. Twelve o’clock noon on a Friday at Delilah’s Delights bakery invites all types of mayhem right through our door. The chrysanthemums were the sole victim of this week- at least physically speaking. Common sense tells me it's probably not safe to reach into a scalding hot coffee pot just to retrieve some flowers but these, these, flowers are worth the world to Cat.

She asked me to pick up the flowers to be sampled and said Its so simple! What type of bridesmaid am I if I can’t even sample flowers? No matter how much I want to wallow in my failure there are still over thirty patrons cramped up front to order desserts of all kinds.

I pick the coffee pot off the stand and pour it down the sink until I hear a saddening flop of wet flowers hitting the drain. They’ve lost all apparent beauty in those few seconds. They now lay there slimy and gooey and brown-

“Saorsie! We need another pumpkin spice latte grande!”

Kelly’s voice rips me from my thoughts at the sudden reminder of the fact that I have a job to do. I snatch up the now wilting flowers and stuff them down the trash out back, practically running back in to fill the order I was given.

Reaching up on my tippy toes I snatch the cinnamon from the top shelf. After a few more moments I’ve created the perfect October treat: a foamy pumpkin spice latte with extra whipped cream. Not my choice since cinnamon makes me gag but whoever is upfront doesn’t think that because they couldn't look more elated when I hand it to them.