Baby Taylor Wedding Flower Girl
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Taylor’s mother zipped up the last suitcase just as her phone buzzed—a photo of her childhood friend, radiant in a lace gown, followed by a plea: *We need a flower girl!* Taylor peeked over her mom’s shoulder, pigtails bouncing. "That’s Auntie Lisa’s dress? Can I throw flowers, *please*?" Her mom grinned, tweaking her nose. "Only if we find the perfect outfit first." The mall became their first mission—past twirling racks of satin hair ribbons, racks of dresses like frosted cupcakes. Taylor spun in front of a mirror, a puff of tulle and ivory chiffon, while her mom debated between pearl-buttoned shoes or glittery Mary Janes. "Both!" Taylor declared, clutching a wicker basket already half-filled with silk rose petals from the craft store. Back home, the real magic began: curls pinned with baby’s breath, cheeks dusted pink, a practiced sway to her walk. "Like a princess?" Taylor asked, scattering petals down the hallway. "Better," her mom said, tying the final ribbon around the basket. "You’re the secret ingredient." By sunset, the basket brimmed with gardenias and trailing ivy, each petal placed just so. Tomorrow, the aisle would sparkle—but tonight, Taylor fell asleep clutching her shoes, dreaming of rose-strewn footsteps.
