Isolde had tried to continue arranging flowers but everything seemed lopsided. She was in the process of dusting all the displays when Malachai breezed in the front door, making the little bell chime. Whirling, Isolde hit a vase with her elbow, shattering it on the hard wood floor.<br/><br/>"Oh, you startled me, " she said, putting her hand over her heart. She went for the broom and dust pan,<br/><br/>"How was your day?" she asked , avoiding his eyes.<br/><br/>He put a hard hand on her wrist.<br/><br/>"The question is, How was your day?" he answered, sternly.<br/><br/>Isolde just stammered an "Okay," and went to toss the glass shards and rose petals in the trash.<br/><br/>Malachai followed, closely behind her.