“Can I wear a dress like that too, Mommy?” Scarlet asked.
Caitlin smiled down at her.
“Of course you can, love. I’m sure we can have somebody make you something, right?”
The others nodded.
“How do I throw the flowers?” Scarlet persisted. “I want to practice.”
The girls laughed.
“Speaking of flowers,” Taylor said. “You have to choose. Which type of flowers would you like for the ceremony? And which type for the reception?”
One of the girls stepped forward and showed Caitlin several varieties of flowers: long-stem roses, all in different colors, hydrangeas, tulips….In Caitlin’s eyes, they were all beautiful. She felt overwhelmed by the choice.
“Um…” Caitlin began.
“And what about the invitations?” chimed in Barbara. “Do you like this parchment, or this one?” she asked, holding up se
