“Rhys told me to tell you he tracked down your favorite flowers.” I quirk a brow at my friend. “Oh he did, did he?” “Yeah. Apparently, Cat Whiskers are not a common bridal choice, and he had to have them shipped in by special order.” I blink. “I’m sorry?” Rosie nods eagerly. “I know. Isn’t that sweet? Leave it to you to love something so obscure.” I look down at the bouquet in my hand and bark out a laugh. Fucking Cat Whiskers. What a man. I’m grinning like a loon and shaking my head in disbelief when Rosie lays a hand on my arm.
