Abby
I always hated the color yellow. To me, it was like the color of a lukewarm stick of butter or jaundice.
But everything changed when I was trying to pick out my wedding bouquet.
“Dammit. I really had my heart set on those lilies,” I said with a huff. “Now what am I supposed to pick?”
“What about roses?” Chloe asked.
I shook my head. “No. Too cliche.”
“White tulips?” Leah suggested.
“Hmm…” I bit my lip. “Nah. I’m not a fan of tulips.”
“What about daffodils?” Elsie, who was leaning on the kitchen counter, peered over at me. I raised an eyebrow as I turned to her.
“Daffodils?”
“Yeah,” she said. She reached into a nearby bouquet in a vase and pulled one out. The different shades of yellow seemed to catch the sunlight streaming in through the big bay
