A BRIDAL BOUQUET The clock ticked. Announcements became frantic. None showed up to catch the bridal bouquet. They were not in a rush. It was all hush-hush. Bidding a final adieu to a ritual that breathed it's last. Came a girl, Who stood gasping really fast. A bridal bouquet experiencing gravity? Oh! What a pity. She believed in Happy Ever Afters. In all her glory she held it and that's what mattered. A bit embarrassed. As being the only one, Carefree and content. A gentle smile ran across her face. She won without a race. Being the NEXT, She happily etched it in text.