It appeared she was literally allergic to Christmas. Her first Christmas working in the flower shop she had inherited from her grandmother, and she turned out to be allergic to the greenery and the poinsettias this season required. “I always knew there was a reason I hated this stupid holiday,” she muttered to herself as she got ready to close. “Only two more days, I can last two more days and then I can get rid of all this crap.” Thankfully, she would not be open on Christmas Day itself, so the end was in sight. In fact, she planned to spend her Christmas getting rid of all the plants that had been making her miserable for the past month. She had almost finished cleaning up in back when she heard the bell on the door ring less than five minutes before closing. “Seriously? Can’t people let me get out of here on time just one damn night?” she muttered to herself as she stormed toward the front so she could wait on her customer and then get the hell out of the store. Anna whipped around the corner in a huff, not caring if she scared the latecomer customer away.
