The Bride’s Matchmaking Triplets

“Who’s there?” she demanded. “If you’re here for trouble, go on, scat!”

The bushes rustled again, with more conviction this time, and Elizabeth was certain she caught sight of blue jeans and a pair of wide brown eyes. They had a visitor, and a shy one at that.

She softened. “It’s all right. I won’t hurt you. Are you here to see the triplets?” She held out one hand. “Come on, then. We’d be happy to meet you.”

As if emboldened by her speech, a boy of around four or five squeezed past the greenery, followed by an older girl. Both had brown hair, the girl’s close to her face, the boy’s curling down over his forehead. The shape of their thin faces said they were siblings. Jasper, Theo and Eli immediately wiggled as if determined to get closer to the newcomers.