Her GRIEF, still a little raw, left her shy in a crowd. If she could only figure out what EXACT spot to stand in, so that she would see the fewest people, yet not seem aloof or rude. Not an easy thing to do, admittedly. She thought she had found the perfect spot, and sat carefully composing her face to look engaged, but not inviting. All seemed to be destined to work out. But it really wasn’t MEANT to work out – at least not the way she intended. For that was the night that the real healing began, the night that she met the one who was to become the love of her life.

Georg’ann

READY, set, go
BEACH retreat
TEASE and tempt
Not MEANT to be

Heather