Chapter 9

Mari held up a pink peony and a white one. “Which do you like better?”

“What is this for again?” I said.

Mari sighed. “For my bouquet. Pink or white? My dress is white so I thought pink, but I kind of like the idea of having all the flowers be white, too.”

A few days after that mind-blowing kiss with Jacob, Mari invited me to her place to help her with wedding planning. Kate had joined us as well, although she was busy studying for an exam. I didn’t know how she managed to concentrate while Mari and I talked bouquets, but Kate had always had a remarkable ability to retain information with little effort. I was surprised she was even studying at all. 

“Neither,” I said finally. I began to sketch a bouquet in pencil. “Since your bridesmaids are wearing pink, it’ll be pink overload if your bouquets are pink, too.”

Mari nibbled her bottom lip. “That’s true.”

I glanced at the color selection that Mari had chosen, my brain putting together arrangements and discarding them just as q