Jasmine*

Lilian was the first person to step out of the room. She held her gift in her bag as she walked away.

I followed quietly and stopped by an oak tree on the path to the garden to watch.

"Welcome home, Mr. Jason." She greeted and my husband smiled. "Thanks, Lilian, where's my wife?"

"She's on her way. I have something for you."

"Oh really? Let's see what you've got."

She took out the card from her bag and flashed it o his face.

The picture on the card had a gleaming effect, it could light ...