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TWO YEARS LATER " Why are they fighting mama?" My two-year-old son asks. We are looking through our wedding photos. " Aunt Arya and Rhea were fighting for Mama's bouquet," I respond kindly and he giggles, making my heart beat faster. My son is the cutest boy in the world, even though he can be naughty half of the time. " Why do they fight over flowers, they can just come and pick some from the garden here," he shrugs, turning the page. The photo I see next makes me smile. That is when we were making our escape. " Well, it is said that whosoever catches it, will soon get married," I inform him. " So, who caught the bouquet?" " Honestly, there was a war in there and we still don't know. However, they all got married to their mates," He grins and eats his cookie. " I'll marry R
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