“Petals of white and pale pink floated down over her. She reached out a hand to catch some of them and noticed people in the streets exclaiming and pointing as the shower fell precisely where she stood… and only where she stood. She felt something expand within her till it almost hurt. He didn't often do these foolishly romantic things, but boy, when he did... With a laugh she turned her face up to the sky, spinning slowly in place so she could take it all in, and let the delicate petals cover her face, sink into her hair. She caught the last one as it drifted in front of her and she remembered the white roses that had rained like this on the night he'd asked her to marry him.”