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he girls all kissed me on the cheeks before they walked out of the bridal room, leaving me alone in the cool darkness.
I felt like I was burning up, whether with anticipation, need, or nerves I wasn’t quite sure. It was a potent cocktail regardless.
Olivia was the last one to walk down the aisle, and she paused before picking up her ceremonial perfume.
“I hope you don’t mind, but you didn’t have a specific bouquet planned. So I made you one. It’s not much as far as wedding gifts go, but I still hope you like it.” She tucked a red curl behind her ear and pulled the most gorgeous white bouquet I’d ever seen out of a box.
“It has roses from the garden here, but also ranunculus, hydrangeas, lilies, and peonies.” She pointed to each flower as she named it, and I noticed her
