“Did you pick up the bouquet?” I ask as Lucy enters the room with the view over the entire garden. I picked the West tower room to get dressed in. It just seemed perfect since it overlooks the orchard where Blake and I sat on the hill the night I ran away from him and he promised with all his heart to glue my broken heart back together.
“Yes, but seriously my gay pom-pom… I think it would look a bit weird is you walk down the aisle holding a bouquet. Especially since you will be walking hand in hand with Timothy. It’s just weird,” Lucy says but she takes a beautiful bouquet out of the box she brought in with her. It’s filled with soft white roses and black calla lilies. I sigh when I look at it.
“He’s gonna love it,” I say as I take it from her, smell the roses and give it back to her – motioning for her to put it back in the box.