The Color of Happiness

Stella

I always hated the color yellow. To me, it was like the color of a lukewarm stick of butter or jaundice.

But everything changed when I was trying to pick out my wedding bouquet.

“Dammit. I really had my heart set on those lilies,” I said with a huff. “Now what am I supposed to pick?”

“What about roses?” Tessa asked.

I shook my head. “No. Too cliche.”

“White tulips?” Piper suggested.

“Hmm…”