They were on their way to Venice for their honeymoon. She was bursting with excitement. Before today, she had never been anywhere outside of London. As they walked through the station and up the stairs to the platform, her eyes danced with excitement. The porter followed them with the luggage. As they stood on the platform, waiting for the train, other passengers observed them with great interest. They were not your typical married couple. He was a middle-aged man with streaks of grey in his dark brown hair and she looked young enough to be his daughter. Women shook their heads in disgust and the men were positively green with envy.
Ignoring them, the man put his arm around his young wife’s shoulders as they waited for the train. He didn’t care what they thought. He had been given a second chance at happiness. What did age matter? So what if she was younger than his eldest daughter? After losing Barbara, he never imagined that he would ever fall in love again. He hadn’t planned on falling in love with someone so young but the fact was, she made him happy and that was what really mattered, wasn’t it?