The wafting aroma of fresh baked, beautifully displayed, with various textures and colors was always an intoxicating combination. Mischa finished placing the last tray of croissants straight from the oven into the display case when the small tinkle of bells above the door called her to attention.
At the touching sight of a young mother pushing a baby carriage, Mischa's expression soften as she smiled at the mother while she looked at the shop's wares and then lovingly peered down at her resting baby.
"Aw, she's beautiful."
She straightened and smiled to Bella the presence of a baby in her shop had warmed Mischa's heart and brightened day considerably. "Good afternoon. I'm Mischa. What can I help you find today, madame?"