Renee'

I floated through the storefront, across the kitchen, and into the office in the back I shared with my sisters. It was a good-size room. Big enough that you could fit three desks, some bookshelves and couple chairs. My desk was the smallest, since most of my work was done in the kitchen, with Jennifer and Suzanne having full-size desks, which were always put to use.

While Suzanne's was completely covered and cluttered at all times, Jennifer's was organized and always clean. Suzanne had an old oak desk with decorating magazines, a large organizer and swatches all over it, while Jennifer's had a modern feel with crome finish and smooth lines. My desk was shoved up against the corner with a small purple chair tucked under it. It was white and feminine and held only my recipe cards, cookbooks and notes full of ideas.

Jennifer and Suzanne had been talking about the wedding reception we had  this upcoming Saturday, but when I walked in their heads turned to me and the