My May - December Love 💕⛰

My May

"After 5 years of singleness, yet preserved sexy, I think I might want love." Emma said to herself as she walked past an elderly couple locking hands as if there were still in the honeymoon phase. She was always having to come to her own defense regarding enjoying her loneliness too much. "You can't let prior bad relationship spoiled your view on love forever." 

Emma's mother said as she had endless hope for your youngest daughter to one day be happily married like her siblings. "Mom, marriage is just a title, which I don't care nor need to have to fit in with today's social status," Emma said proudly. "Says the woman you just bought a pair of shoes because she saw Kimmie cakes Kardashian wearing them. Emma ignored her mother's spoken truth. "My company is having a Thank You Ball for their employees.

"Maybe you can find your prince charming there." Emma's mom said as she redirected the convo back to her hopes for the youngest. "This event was well put together," Emma mentioned as she and her friend lily walked into the ball. Nearly 2 glasses of wine down, over a dozen men flocking to her and Lily's beauty, Emma was ready to leave. She excused herself to head to the lady's room to only be caught off guard by the fantastic view from the 21st floor. "Something about silence and a beautiful view that makes you feel the real beauty in the world." "Absolutely, especially with all the ugly, the world shows every day. 

"Emma responded back to the mysteries man with a voice as calming as summer night rain. Looking over to see a mature older man, but well put together. Something about his demeanor made Emma engage more, being very out of her character. Who would ever think I would have taken this intriguing man up on his offer to take me out? We went to an art gallery. We enjoyed each other company in silence to the only converse about our thoughts on each moving masterpiece. "So, what exactly do you do, Tony?" 

"I'm an investor. I let my money work for me and enjoy the fruits of my labour. What about you, Emma. What is your money-making profession?" I am an art dealer at the tender age of 25." Tony coughed loudly. "Sorry, did you say 25?" Tony asked her to confirm. "Yes, how old do I look," I asked in a manner as if it was an issue. "How old do you think I am?" Tony asked. "At least the 38." Tony laughed. "Don't let my salt and pepper hair fool you. It is flattering, but far off. "I'm 49, Emma. Turning the big 5-0 in two weeks." 

Emma was unable to hide the surprise on her face. "Will that be a probably for you?" Tony asked as he sat back and took a sip of his chardonnay. Emma blushed and said. "I hope not."

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