“You haven’t even looked at my bouquet,” Gemma whispered, her friends already disappearing through the door as they made their way down the aisle one by one. Tansy glanced over. White ranunculus, pink roses, and—oh. Tansies. Little sunshine yellow bursts dotted the pink and white bouquet, taking Tansy’s breath away. She laughed. “Someone once told me those are a declaration of war.” Gemma’s smile went sly. “Let’s go do battle, then.”
