Elle’s stand smelled like chrysanthemums. It was a smell I loved, even though I resented the flowers themselves a bit. In high school, secret admirers always gave out mums on Valentine’s Day. I’d never gotten a single flower. It was easier to blame the bloom than the people.
“You’re back,” Elle said as she came out from the cooler. “Forget something?”
Cate stepped to the counter. “Actually yes. I need more baby’s breath. Right now, we look like we’re throwing a proposal party in the museum conference room. I need to lighten the intensity a bit.”
“Well, then I don’t know if baby’s breath is the way to go. Too much like a boutonniere.” Elle put her hands behind her head and looked up at the ceiling. “What if you did small daisies instead? I just got a big bunch in, and they’re not only pr
