The merry widow would not miss a chance to see her Bertie in uniform. She found her way to the hall and entered, excitement bubbling through her body as she glanced around to and fro until she caught gaze of the man in his tall hat. The young widow was dressed in her Sunday best, a plain but lovely colored gown of blue to match her eyes. Her hair was arranged in a bun at the top of her head, tendrils curling at her temples. She gravitated toward him and then gave a smile and a wave to him.