Every florist we met suggested roses, peonies or orchids, which Mai already grows far too many of. We are having baby's breath, the same little white flowers Khoa carried onto the bridge the morning he proposed.
It is cheap, it lasts in the heat, and it looks like a cloud when there is enough of it.
It is cheap, it lasts in the heat and it looks like a cloud when there is enough of it. There will be a lot of it: along the aisle, on every table and in Mai's bouquet, wrapped in the same brown twine as the first one.
After the wedding, the flowers from the tables go home with whoever would like them. Bring a jar.
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