![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “But they don’t look like dead flowers, Van. “Brown is the color of dead flowers, Janie.” That, and I probably wouldn’t have gone with brown roses. And instead of standing across from the groom, beaming, I was standing across from his first cousin, Norman, smiling a hollow smile like a jack-o’-lantern. The satin bridesmaids’ gowns that were ordered in deep, rich cinnamon showed up two days before the wedding and were bright Halloween pumpkin. The wedding was perfect, except for two things. The pews were trimmed with sprigs of bittersweet and branches of Chinese lantern plant tied with brown and orange gauzy ribbons. White candles in glass sconces lined the gray stone walls, and a gigantic candelabra cast a golden glow on the altar. The wedding was more than I ever could have wished for. ![]()
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