"Well," Bianca replied hesitantly, "I didn't really sleep very much last night. I was just all anxious and nervous and all sorts of things and I didn't know why. When I found out-" she shook her head, not wanting to mention it. "Anyway I started baking not two hours after I came home from the gala and just...kept going until I'd exhausted everything."
But she hadn't exhausted herself yet. Maybe tonight she could sleep well. At least she wasn't still having nightmare-visions. She dug around in her bag and produced a number of cute and quaint business cards. They weren't for The Sweet Shoppe, actually; they were her own, all in blue and quite retro-looking. "Yes, I brought these."