Morningstar Manor

Antique Apparel was up and running beautifully, and Celeste was beginning to trust her staff enough that she'd decided to take the morning away from the shop to catch up on a little paperwork, work out her staff schedule for the next week.

And so, 10 o'clock found her ensconced in a corner of the Mocha, wearing a pretty floral tea dress and peeptoe sandals, a frappuchino at her elbow as she sat with schedules spread out across her table, her diary splayed open to the page with her staff's availability.

She was very easily distractable, and happy for company.