Beginning of a story

During the Christmas holyday, I was strolling around at second hand stores searching for good old books. I browsed through an interesting object, when a photo suddenly falls out on the floor.

It was a wedding photo of a lovely bride, dressed in a nice rob and a bridal wreath. She stood behind a nice bunch of roses. She was lonely at the picture. The bridegroom was not there.

I kept thinking of the story. Who was she and where is she now? How became her life? Did she have a happy life? Why was the photo stored in the book? How old is the photo and what color had the roses?

More about the photo tomorrow?