*Bianca*
One Month Later
“I’m telling you that these peonies will be much more fitting.”
I turned my head and rolled my eyes fondly at Amara, who was giving Isabella an exasperated look.
Isabella huffed. “Who uses peonies for weddings?” she asked. “It’s roses all the way. Everyone knows that!”
I watched my two best friends bicker as they continued to dish out plans for my wedding. I just leaned back in my chair. Neither of the girls have bothered to ask my opinion on things for the past hour we were occupying one of our favorite coffee shops. That’s how I wanted it though. I told them that I wasn’t too interested in the minor details.
Amara was thrilled to hear it and as maid of honor, she was taking her role very seriously.
Amara shook her head decisively. “Roses are far too typical for someone like Bianca,” she argued firmly. “And peonies are big, bright and beautiful! They are the only option.”
