Early the next morning, Irma woke up with a backache.

Frederic had already gotten up and had her breakfast ready.

Opening her eyes, seeing him, and the sea, the sun, Irma felt that everything was as beautiful as a dream.

But something more romantic is still yet to come.

Frederic held a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand. He walked directly to Irma and handed her the blue rose. He smiled softly, 'Mrs. Fred, this is for you.'

'Thank you.' Irma looked at him ...