When I was nine years old and wedding planning was an engrossing game unburdened by seating charts, budgets, or anything but the most hypothetical shadow of a groom, I decided that a sheaf of white daisies was the ideal bridal bouquet.
I was an avid reader of newspaper wedding announcements, which in those days still said little about the bride's career and a great deal the type of lace on the her dress, the names of her identically clad attendants,...
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