CARELESS LOVER
Mary was twenty-nine years old—poised, graceful, and self-aware. She carried herself with the kind of elegance that drew eyes without demanding them. A polished professional, she worked at one of the reputable commercial banks downtown.
Her career matched her composure perfectly, a blend of beauty and brilliance. Many men regarded her as the complete package—what some would call an asset. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was intelligent, articulate, and full of life. It was clear to anyone who observed her: Mary was destined to make a mark in her world.
But it wasn’t only her achievements or appearance that made her stand out. Mary had been raised with values—well-mannered, deeply respectful, and grounded in faith. It was as though God had spent a little extra time crafting her. Everything about her radiated purpose, excellence, and quiet strength.
And yet, there was a wall.
