She had had good judgment and had picked out a gem. Unfortunately, she had not persisted and had given up such a gold mine! One would never be able to understand such a pain if they were not the party concerned.
Because she could not take this lying down, the young lady headed down to the bar every night for a whole month just to see if she had any luck bumping into the three young men who drove a Jaguar.
Who could be so sure about something like fate? What if she really ran into them? If they had no fate, she would not have bumped into them the first time, right?
