She had someone to fill in for the day in her absence, which alleviated the extra pressure from her schedule. Trip after trip out the back door, her arms were filled with black-and-crimson floral arrangements. A few contained deep purple flowers, which were kind of pretty in a sinister sort of way. The bride’s bouquet was set inside a large hat box, and Regan just shook her head. She thought it looked like something Morticia from The Addams Family would carry. “Whatever,” she fussed and picked up the box. Bree poked her head around the corner of the cooler. “Uh, good morning! It is, isn’t it?” she asked, sheepishly grinning. “Yes, fine, it’s a glorious morning for a goth wedding,” Regan said as she held up a large arrangement filled with dark red roses, nearly black orchids, and black feathers. “All I’m missing are the skulls.” She shook her head and walked out toward the van. “I brought you your favorite latte,”
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