ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FOUR

Ruth’s Pov

THREE YEARS LATER

“Why are they fighting, mummy?” my three years daughter asks, looking through my wedding album.

“Aunty Sandra and Emily were fighting for mama’s bouquet,” I respond kindly and she giggles, making my heart beat faster. My daughter is the most beautiful daughter even though she can be naughty sometimes.

“Why do they fight over flowers, they can just come and pick some from the garden here,” she shrugs, turning the page, the photo I see next makes me smile, this is when we were making our escape.

“Well, it is said that whosoever catches it, will soon get married,” I inform her.

“So, who caught the bouquet?”

“Honestly, it was a war in there and we still don’t know however, they all got married to their mates.”

She grins and eats her cookie.

“I’ll marry James,” she says proudly and I chuckle.

“James is your cousin, Racheal,” I remind her again. She scowls but only for a little while before her face lights up.

“Oh, yea… Then I chose David.”

“It doesn’t work like