Anything but Red

It was the evening of my first Prom and I had spent hours shopping for my first formal. I was sure I had found the perfect one, a light green strapless with a waltz length skirt of many layers of netting. As I was dressing, my Mother, casually asked if I had told my date the color of my formal and added that he then could have asked the florist Harrogate to suggest a good color corsage. She added, I think any color, but red would work. I was secretly hoping for an orchard, which would be perfect. As my Mother was touching up my hair do, my date knocked on our door. As I greeted him, he handed me the clear
plastic box containing my corsage. As I looked at it, I gasped. It was a corsage
of red carnations!

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