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Captioned Images Series: The Bouquet
Created: 05/08/2025
At the edge of the candlelit reception hall, laughter echoed and champagne flowed. Yvonne, radiant in her lace-trimmed gown, stood beneath a canopy of fairy lights. Her veil fluttered in the breeze of the air-conditioned room, and in her hands she held the bouquet—white roses, baby's breath, and something old bound into the stems: a charm that shimmered faintly in the soft glow.
Behind her, a half-circle of men stood nervously, jostling each other and chuckling. It was a tradition, they’d been told. A silly twist on an old game. But whispers had circled all evening, and no one quite knew whether to believe them.
“Ready?” Yvonne called, teasingly.
“No magic tricks!” one man—Trevor, a loud real estate agent—shouted from the back, though his smile faltered a little.
Yvonne smiled knowingly. “Catch it, and you’ll find out.”
The room hushed.
With a graceful arc, Yvonne flung the bouquet over her head.
Time seemed to slow.
The bouquet turned end over end. Petals caught the light, casting little reflections onto the crowd below. Hands rose. Some reached eagerly. Others hesitated.
It landed in the hands of Jonah.
A quiet librarian with round glasses and a permanent expression of polite confusion, Jonah blinked as the bouquet nestled in his palms. The room erupted in cheers, claps, and a few gasps.
Then it happened.
Jonah's fingers loosened as if the stems had suddenly grown warm. A ripple of golden light shimmered around him. He stumbled back as the magic worked—subtle at first, then undeniable. His frame softened. His cheeks lifted. His hair spilled like silk from under his cap. His clothes shifted, contouring to a new body. Laughter faded to stunned silence.
When the glow subsided, she stood there—blinking, breathless, transformed.
“Oh,” Jonah—now Joanna—whispered. Her voice was gentle, musical.
The crowd parted as Yvonne walked toward her. She leaned in and whispered, “Congratulations. You’re next.”
Joanna looked down at the bouquet still in her hands, then back at Yvonne. She smiled, wide and real. “I hope he’s handsome.”
Everyone laughed again, and the band began to play.
After all, love was magic—sometimes quite literally.
Would you like to see what happens at Joanna’s wedding next?
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