Serena’s POV

“Anything yet?” I call out to Stevie, who’s waiting outside the door, keeping an eye out for customers approaching our shop.

Stevie turns to me, frustration clear in her voice. “Nothing yet,” she says, her disappointment palpable. “No one’s coming.”

“Don’t worry, Stevie,” I reassure her. “It’s still early, and these things take time. People will start coming in soon.”

The truth is, I’m feeling anxious too, but I can’t let ...