“It was a toss.”
“It was my toss.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“It’s my wedding.”
Donna flinched.
Claire held out her hand.
“Give it back.”
Donna gripped the bouquet.
“No.”
The room stirred.
Claire’s expression changed.
I had known her since childhood.
I knew that look.
Donna apparently did not.
“Give my bouquet back to Mia.”
Donna laughed weakly.
“This is ridiculous.”
Claire took one step closer.
“Donna.”
“No.”
Claire nodded.
“All right.”
She turned.
“Ben?”
Her new husband raised his eyebrows.
“Yes, wife?”
“Would you please get me another bouquet?”
Everyone looked confused.
Even Donna.
Ben, however, smiled.
“Absolutely.”
He crossed toward a side table where several floral arrangements decorated the reception hall.
Claire stopped him.
“No.”
She pointed toward the doorway.
“I want the other bouquet.”
Ben stared at her.
Then realization dawned.
“Oh.”
My mother lifted her head.
“What other bouquet?”
Claire didn’t answer.
