A LITTLE ROMANCE ANYONE? .... SEE IF YOU CAN GUESS THIS ONE ...

Good day everyone.

Well, we are now day three into the challenge and for this post I went out of my comfort zone and wrote something completely different than my usual genres. I am dedicating today's post to all my ROMANTIC writer blogger friends. You know who you are.

I hope you enjoy it.

As the bride rushes around the suite during the most important day of her life, her betrothed ties a black satin tie with perspiring hands in a modest room on another floor.

The maid of honor hooks the final mother-of-pearl button at the waist of the bride’s gown. She scoops up an array of lavender, white, and pink orchids and gently hands the bouquet to the bride.

A loud knock startles the groom. The best man opens the door and is handed a simple white box. He tips the delivery man and steps over to the groom and hands the box to him.

With shaky fingers the groom clumsily peels a tiny envelope from the top and opens it. He reads the familiar scroll ... 

With all my love, 

Aimee

A slight grin etches into his tense face. After placing the card into the inside left pocket of his jacket, he opens the box. Opalescent confetti hugs the edges of a single white blossom.

A confused brow twitches on his temple as he pins the bloom to his lapel. The best man steps over to him. 

“It’s time to go.”

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During their first dance the bride traces the delicate white flower on her husband’s lapel. He glances down with furrowed brows.

“I meant to ask you earlier.”

She looks up with sparkling eyes. “Yes”

“Why this flower? It’s an odd choice for a boutonnière. Aren’t carnations and roses traditionally used?”

She beams at him.

“Yes, darling. But I chose my favorite flower for you.” She strokes the side of his face and then traces the subtle curves of the petals again. “I purposely didn’t use them in my bouquet because I wanted only you to have it, to show you how much I love you.”

His face burns red. Misty eyes follow her delicate fingers. He clears his scratchy throat. “Well, I should know the name of your favorite flower so I can send them to you on our first anniversary.”

She buries her head into his chest and whispers, “Camellias.”

I know I got you on that one, didn't I? LOL. Have a great day everyone!