Valencia Vicory
“Roses?” I said. Hilary and Whitney were over helping me plan the wedding, even though Michael and I hadn’t officially set a date yet. I was completely lost when it came to all of the stuff I was suppose to get ready for this wedding.
“Roses? Really? It’s kind of generic.” Whitney said, scrunching her nose.
“Red roses are my favorite flower though!” I protested.
“Why?” Hilary asked, trying to be diplomatic and get Whitney and I to agree on something for once.
“Because they were the first flower I ever got for her, and they were the first flowers a boyfriend had ever gotten her.” Michael called from the kitchen where he was making hot chocolate for us all. I blushed deeply and nodded in agreement.
“Okay, red roses!” Whitney giggled.
“You said you had a dress picked out?” Hilary asked.
“Michael, go away!” Whitney said, making Michael leave so I could show them the dress I had picked.
“It’s so simple and so gorgeous!” Hilary gasped.
“It’s so you.” Whitney chimed in, nodding in approval.
“I think the colors should mostly be red and white, with silver as an accent.” I said, relieved that they had like on of the few things I had made a decision on by my self.
“That will be so pretty!” Hilary cheered.
We went back and forth, planning out my wedding down to the tiniest detail. I was so glad the two had jumped up and offered to help. Rebecca would be flying in soon so we could go over all of the details with her because she was my maid of honor.
I curled up on the couch with Michael later that evening and talked about the wedding.
“When do you want it? We can wait as long as you want.” Michael said, smiling down at me.
“I’ve always wanted a winter wedding.” I said dreamily. “So we have a few months.” I replied, it was already October.
“That fast?” Michael teased.
“I think we’ve both waited long enough.” I whispered kissing him.
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