After I got back from getting my hair done the morning of, my mom was in the other hotel suite with my stepdad because he was dropping off my dress and he had picked up everybodys flowers. All of the sudden we here a banging on the door and my mom comes running in crying hysterically with my stepdad behind her, she's freaking out because of the awful job that the florist did. She paid a lot of money and the flowers really were horrific but boy was she crying. They were all so small, they were the wrong color blue, did I mention small? My bridesmaid boquets were no bigger than my hand. My aunts tried going to the store to speak with them but they were closed. When somebody finally got ahold of them, they basically said what you get is what you get. I wish I had pictures. Luckily, my step dad is a hero and he was able to go with one of my bridesmaids to save the day. They went to publix and showed them what the florist did, they were able to give us a bunch of stuff to help. We ended up having fake flowers and real flowers mixed together but I think they turned out beautiful. Did I mention the flowers weren't even in water or wrapped in wet cloth or anything? Just thrown in a cardboard box.