my son wrote on the florist’s little card “To: ___, I’m so happy you’re going to be my wife! From: Your Chossen”.
OTOH, at my daughter’s vort there was this HUGE, shmancy floral arrangement (the biggest waste of alot of money IMO) with a long, printed poem that we all “awww”ed over, that my daughter’s future shvigger had ordered (for the Chossen) along with the flowers. BTW- a few days later Hostess International called us that they were coming to pick up the vase that the arrangement had been made in. …no comment.