BUTTERFLY CUPCAKE

Just a Big Old Pile of Crap

CAMILA

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"I have a fantastic idea for your Little butterfly cupcake shop, Karla!"

I cringe at the nickname, how ridiculously loud my dad is, and the reference to my first ever solo entrepreneurial endeavor as my "Little Butterfly cupcake shop." He doesn't mean for it to sound condescending, although it does.

My first inclination is to throw some sarcasm at him, but I'm aware he's trying to be helpful in his own misguided way, and the conversation will be over that much sooner if I play along. "What's this fantastic idea that has you so excited?"

"The café right beside Decadence is going out of business at the end of the year. I'd be happy to pick up the lease on that building and you could open up shop right next door to us! Wouldn't that be wonderful? And so much more practical than what you're doing right now."

I hold my phone away from my ear and breathe in and out to the count of four so I don't snap at him. "My current lease is a year, Dad."

"Can't you break it?"

"Not without a penalty, no."

"Hmm. Well, I could cover that for you. I don't think it hurts for you to give this a go on your own for a few months, but then you can come back home and be part of the family business. And obviously I'd provide you with the financial capital if you decided to make the transition."

And there's the braised carrot I was waiting for him to dangle. "Can I think about it?" There is absolutely zero chance that I'm going to take him up on his offer. It's not that I don't want the financial help. It's all the strings that come along with it that I'm not interested in dealing with.

"Of course, of course. It's a great opportunity and I wouldn't want you to miss out on it. Why don't we talk later in the week?"

"Sure. Sounds good."

"Love you, Karla camila!"

"Love you, too, Dad." I end the call on a frustrated sigh and then nearly do a face plant into the concrete trying to sidestep a pile of dog poop. I also come perilously close to dropping my Tupperware container full of buttercream-topped delights. The dog doody happens to be decorating the sidewalk right out front of my "Little Cupcake shop." I mentally shake a fist at the thoughtless dog owner who left it there as a special surprise.

This better not be a sign.

I glance around, looking for something to...remove the visual and olfactory offense, but the sidewalk is trash free. Normally I would be happy about the lack of old newspapers or takeout food wrappers blowing down the street, but today it's rather inconvenient. The last thing I want is a stinky mess sitting front and center outside of my not-yet-open storefront. As a helpful warning to other passersby, I pluck a yellow flower from one of the planters brightening the entrance to my brand new cocktail café/bakery, aptly named Butterfly Buttercream and Booze—scheduled to open in just one week—and stick the stem in the fresh pile. I'll come back out and get rid of it so no one else suffers the same almost-fate.

Even the nearly craptastic accident and my conversation with my dad don't dim my good spirits for long. I rummage through my purse in search of my keys—they always migrate to the bottom of my purse. I finally snag them, slide the key into the lock and push the door open. It tinkles cheerily, an auditory accompaniment to the vibrant, clean interior.

I wanted simple, fresh, and chic without being overly bubblegum adorable. So I nixed any pink from the décor that doesn't include cupcake frosting. Instead I went with pale hardwood flooring, simple white tables and luxurious chairs upholstered in pale gray, easy-to-clean faux leather. Pops of vibrant yellows, pale blue, and silver accent each table's centerpiece. The windows are sparkling and streak-free, the signage across the front of the café is clean, simple, and classy in eye-catching gray with a metallic sheen.