"You said you were the best person to plan it," I said when the meeting with Marcella dragged on longer than I cared for. I made no input, no suggestions and no remarks on all her takes. Kissing a lady's groom is one thing. Planning her wedding, another. All I considered inappropriate.
"I may be the best person but you're the bride. Do you want chrysanthemum or not? A simple yes or no will suffice." She didn't have a lot of patience. My refusal to cooperate stretched what little she had.
"Do you think chrysanthemums are necessary?" I asked, stifling a yawn. My medications were too strong. Their effects could knock me out cold. But according to Marcella, I wouldn't recover fully if she left me to 'sleep and snore all day long.' I didn't think I snored. I hope I didn't.
"You're being
