A Fresh Bouquet Of Fate

(I’m 17, and it’s right after my sister’s wedding so it’s time for her to toss the bouquet. I’m fairly tall with a long reach, so I manage to reach out and snag it right away, but the moment my hand touches it my father pops up and bellows:)

Dad: *in a panicked tone* “[My Name], NO! YOU PUT THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!”

Sister: “It’s too late. Let her go, dad!”

Dad: “NO! I’m too broke for this!”