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heart sank. She hoped the Montgomerys hadn’t been waiting long.
    She hit the lock button on her key fob and the Jeep gave a honk of confirmation that all the doors were locked. Despite having lived in Morse Point for over a year and a half now, Brenna was still vigilant about locking her car and house. She knew most of the townsfolk thought she was crazy, but after the town mayor was murdered a few months ago, Brenna saw no reason to be lax. Having grown up in Boston, locking doors and carrying pepper spray came as naturally to her as breathing.
    She pulled open the door to the shop, and sure enough, Tiffany and Tara were sitting at the worktable in the back of the room, looking through several paper sample books while Tenley served them hot tea and sugar cookies.
    “I am so sorry to keep you waiting,” Brenna apologized. “I’m dog sitting and, well, he has a mind of his own and a short walk turned into a long jog.”
    “Don’t think on it,” Tiffany assured her. “We’ve been looking at some of your pieces. You are quite talented.”
    “Thank you,” Brenna said. “That’s very kind of you to say.”
    She sat in the chair opposite the two women and Tenley sat beside her, pushing a delicate Haviland china cup in her direction.
    Brenna absently added a dollop of honey to the steaming tea and admired the pretty yellow roses that decorated the side of the cup. That’s when inspiration struck.
    “What sort of flowers are you having for your bouquet?” she asked Tara.
    “Oh, we found the most wonderful florist,” she enthused. “I’m going to carry yellow and red roses mixed with red pyracantha berries and surrounded by yellow calla lilies. It’s breathtaking.”
    Brenna smiled. This might work. She especially liked the berries part.
    “What do you think of using a glass votive with a scented candle in it for your wedding favor?”
    Tara’s eyes lit up while Tiffany looked thoughtful. Brenna glanced at Tenley. Tara could like it all she wanted but it was Tiffany who would make the final decision as this was really her show.
    “Tell me more,” Tiffany said.
    “I’ll do better than that,” Brenna said. “Let me see if I can show you what I mean.”
    She went over to the armoire and began to search through the drawers. In the bottom she found a plain glass votive. She fished through her box of specialty papers until she came up with a stem covered in red berries and a yellow rose.
    “We could decoupage flowers and berries to the glass,” she said. “Then we could put a layer of tissue paper over it to give it a frosted look.”
    Tiffany sat up straighter. Brenna could tell she liked what she was hearing.
    “I like it,” Tiffany said. “But it doesn’t really commemorate the day.”
    “Think of all the wedding favors you’ve gotten with a couple’s name and date on them. Unless they’re edible, they just become one more thing stuffed in a closet somewhere. This would be something people could use again,” Brenna said.
    “She’s right, Mother,” Tara said. “I have boxes of wedding favors with no place to go.”
    “You know, we could get monogrammed candles to put into the votives,” Tenley said. “I bet we could go to a candlemaker and have them create a specially scented candle with your initials on it and then we could put them in Brenna’s votives.”
    “I love it,” Tiffany declared. Tara beamed.
    “Excellent,” Brenna said. She could have kissed Tenley for coming up with the monogrammed candle idea. “I’ll make up a few in different colors and sizes and then you can tell me what you prefer.”
    “In the meantime, I’ll start calling local candlemakers,” Tiffany said. “I’m not going to tell Sheri, our wedding planner, because I don’t want her to steal the idea for one of her other clients. We’ll just tell her it’s under control.”
    She rose from the table, looking satisfied. Brenna tried not to sag with relief.
    “Tara, we need to go. We have another fitting