In the small coastal town of Windmere, where the sea seemed to whisper secrets to those patient enough to listen, lived three sisters: Alice, Beth, and Celia—each unique, vibrant, and unmistakably single even as their fiftieth birthdays had come and gone. They shared a large, sun-bleached house with a porch that overlooked the Atlantic, a home filled with laughter, the aroma of baking, and endless plans for “someday.”
Alice, the eldest, with her keen eye for detail, ran the local bookstore—a cozy haven of dog-eared pages and whispered tales. She had a penchant for mystery novels and an equally mysterious love life. Her last date had been with a charming historian who turned out to be more interested in old battle sites than in setting sparks flying in her heart.