SERA
“Zara wants to do the flowers.”
Nicole said it at the kitchen table at Calloway Street on a Saturday morning in September with the straightforward efficiency she brought to wedding logistics, which turned out to be the same quality she brought to institute communications and everything else she had decided to do properly.
Sera looked up from the law journal article she had been annotating.
“Which flowers,” she said.
“All of them,” Nicole said. “She has been researching it. She presented me with a written proposal at breakfast on Thursday. Three pages. Handwritten. With a diagram.” She held up her phone to show the photograph she had taken of it. “She wants to cut from the garden. The lavender and the rosemary and the sage and,” Nicole paused, “the peony, if it blooms again in Oct
