Luckily, I was able to find enough roses around town for the wedding, though I gave up on the idea of matching purple vases since I was running out of time. Too bad. Elegant crystal would have to do. Viola could deduct something if she was feeling generous. And wouldn’t you know it? The actual florist for the wedding turned up with five minutes to spare before the start of the ceremony, after all my running around. It made me want to smack someone, but that was how things happened sometimes.
The wedding itself was a gorgeous affair, despite the hideous color theme. Both men were handsome in their matching tuxes and ties. The ceremony had been lavish, lengthy, and extravagant, just like they’d wanted it to be. Frankly, by the time the cake was cut and the reception was in full drunken swin
