[From: Old Mrs. Pierson
My Dearest Atlas,
How have you been, my dear? Isn't the weather lovely these days? The flowers in my backyard are blooming so beautifully, and in the morning, they glow like no other. They've given this wide and plain green space beautiful colors. I have spent many tranquil moments walking amidst this delightful meadow, reflecting on life's peculiar twists and turns, and our beautiful family ties.
I must confess that despite all this tranquility and joy, I find myself worrying about your well-being. I am afraid that your wit and wisdom, which have given me so much delight, may go to waste. Therefore, when our dearest Penny mentioned that you too carry this worry in your life, I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I have selected quite a few eligible women in their prime who have the perfect star alignment with yours.
