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machine and espresso machines sat along the back counter, ready to use. She figured she'd try those out soon, since she was dying for a caramel latte.
     
    She still had so much to do in the front, but decided to take a break and watch the process. Looking around the large back room of her bakery, she smiled. The light yellow walls made the place look cheery. The shiny chrome worktables in the middle of the room gleamed in the daylight. She'd yet to unpack all her utensils; they sat in several boxes in the corner, out of the way. The huge mixer sat on the opposite wall. It was an older model that she'd found used online, but it looked and ran like new. The shelving that would hold her dry supplies still had to be put together. They sat in large boxes pushed up against the back wall. She planned on putting them together herself later that night.
     
    Her sister stood beside her, looking bored. Becca had wanted to come down and help her today, but so far all she'd done was text her friends. It took the men less than half an hour to have everything set up. When she walked over and tested the units, they kicked on and she couldn't wait to bake something in them. She was still waiting for her refrigerators, which would line the wall to the left, but everything else had been delivered and setup. When the men left, she walked over and took one of the boxes from the corner and placed it on the worktable.
     
    “Becca, you can help me out by unpacking my utensils. They hang on the hooks here.” She showed her sister the hooks hanging above the workspace. “That box,” she pointed to the other box along the wall, “is full of knives and they go on the magnets there.” She pointed towards the long magnetic holders that hung above the cutting table. “Be careful, they are very sharp. I'm going to finish up front. If you have any questions, let me know.”
     
    She watched her sister set her phone down on the worktable and open the box. Becca still looked bored as she got to work, but she knew her sister would do her best to have everything in place.
     
    When she walked back into the front room, she was greeted by the two smiling face of Allison and Conner just outside the front door. She rushed to open it for her friend.
    “Wow, look at what you've done so far. The place looks wonderful!” Allison said as she wiped her snow-covered boots on the large mat that Sara had set out. It was just an overly large black work mat, but it kept the floors clean for now. She planned to buy a better looking one for when she opened the doors.
     
    “ Thank you. Would you like a tour?” Sara reached over and grabbed Conner from Allison's arms. The little boy had his arms reached out for her and the second she held him, his chubby fingers reached up and intertwined with her dark curly hair.
     
    “I'd love one.” Allison hung her coat on the coat rack Sara had placed by the front door. She planned to replace it with hooks that would line the wall next to the door. For now, the coat rack and her small desk and folding chair were the only furniture in the large front room besides her display cases.
     
    “Actually, maybe you can help me out.” Sara turned to her friend.
     
    “Sure, anything.” Allison looked eager.
     
    “I need some tables and chairs and possibly a couch for this room. I don't want anything new, since I think most people in town appreciate a little history. I was planning on hitting the antique stores in Edgeview this weekend. If you have a free day, maybe you'd like to go with me, since it is what you did before you became a world-famous artist.” Sara smiled at her friend.
     
    Allison laughed. “World famous, huh? I'd love to go shopping with you. Let me text Iian and make sure he can schedule a day at home with our little joy here.” Allison tickled her son’s stomach and was rewarded with a fit of giggles. While Sara tried to hold the wiggly boy, Allison text her husband and arranged it all.
     
    “There, we're