“Love will find you when you least expect it.” That’s what her grandmother always told her.
Today was her granny’s funeral.
In her black dress, among the white flowers, she cried -a lot – until her eyes caught something they liked… a real gentleman who had left early without a name or number.
She kept on thinking about him.
A few hours later that same night, her grandfather suspiciously died.
Poison, they said…
She was the first to arrive at church, wearing the dress and smile she had been saving for years, determined to catch his name this time.
