Aria's POV
The wedding preparations had taken over every corner of the old Grayson estate, but there was one part I wanted to do myself. My daughter's flowers.
Elona sat beside me on the floor of my room, her little legs crossed beneath her as she carefully sorted through the flowers scattered between us.
"These ones are pretty. They should go on your wreath," she said, holding up a cluster of small white flowers.
I smiled and added them to the growing arrangement.
"What about these?" I asked, picking out some more flowers.
She immediately shook her head. "No. Those are for the basket."
I laughed. "You're very particular."
"I have to be, Mommy. It's your wedding."
Her tiny voice carried so much seriousness that I couldn't help smiling. "You're right."
She leaned closer, examining
