⋆✦⭒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐗⋆✧⭒

𝟬𝟯𝟵 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗌

┊𖤐₊˚. ࿐ྂ。Bloom and Vanessa headed out to the Russo cafe that was luckily not far from the flower shop. The girl had heard from Andy that he'd be helping his mom out so it was perfect time. It was the perfect remedy and within a few minutes of sitting down both mother and daughter felt their worries melting away.

Andy sat with them for most of his lunch and every other time his mom would scold him telling him to get back to work just for her to join them at the table. The woman was curious to know about everything that happened with her at her new school. Mrs Russo was fairly older than Bloom’s mom and maybe that was why she seemed so warm. The complete opposite to her youngest son.

After lunch Andy asked the girl if he could come over to pick them up and Bloom said. They said their goodbyes and walked back to the flower shop. Their joy unfortunately didn’t remain for long as they returned to the store.
“I always thought that you and Andy would one day start dating,” Vanessa remarked and Bloom bursted out laughing. “Why would you think that, mom?”

“You two inseparable and I just kind of thought it'd happen. You're a beautiful girl and he is of course a handsome boy—”

“Mom, that's no reason for us to date. Andy is my best friend and he'd puke up his guts if he even hears you saying this,” Bloom said, shaking her head. They have had people tell them that they should date but they just didn't see each other in a romantic light at all. Andy always got visibly sick whenever ever someone mentioned that. The two of them grew up together as siblings. Andy wasn't just her best friend, he was like her brother. It was gross to even insinuate that.

Vanessa laughed, “It was just a thought, Blo—” Vanessa broke off, a quiet gasp escaping her as she looked past Bloom to the flower shop doors they were nearing.

“What is it?” Bloom asked, even as she took a look herself.  The doors were hanging slightly ajar, and through the glass Bloom could see that the shop had been trashed.  Her next breath caught in her throat as she stared wordlessly at the mess.
“Someone was here while we were gone,” Vanessa said, sounding terrified. 

The woman reached a hand out to the door, hesitating before she could make contact, obviously torn between wanting to go inside, and being scared that someone could still be in there. After a moment, Bloom nudged the door open with her sneaker, and slipped inside, her mother on her heels. Something crunched under Bloom’s foot as she took another step inside and looking down with a grimace she spied shards of a shattered vase beneath her feet.

The floors of the shop were filthy with spilt water and soil, there was barely a flower that hadn’t been trampled, and most of the furniture had been pushed over or smashed to pieces. Bloom and Vanessa waded through the mess, the latter’s hand pressed over her mouth as she took in her beloved flower shop and tried not to cry.  Bloom’s hand found her mom’s and she squeezed tightly in comfort.

“I don’t suppose you have a spell for this?”

“No, I’m sorry, mom.” The damage was too extensive here for any repair spells.

“I just don’t get it,” Vanessa said, shaking her head. “Why would burglars wreck the place?”

Something clicked in Bloom’s brain and before she could think about it, she was stepping carefully through the dirt and glass to get to the desk, where the cash register was one of the few things that had been left undisturbed.
“It just doesn’t make any sense,” Vanessa whispered, a single tear spilling down her cheek.

“I don’t think it was burglars, mom,” Bloom said slowly, as she opened the cash drawer of the register, completely full as they had left it. “It was the two Mr Bonners,” she continued with growing certainty.