Rosalie and James had found true love during their high-school years; it swept over them in a way that was undeniable. It filled their souls and never waned. Most people think that the chances of such love are "a million to one" - especially when that love blooms in an era when black and white students didn't mix, didn't talk to each other, didn't even attend the same high school.

The odds were heavily stacked against the young lovers. The possibility of sharing their lives until "death do us part" seemed to have been snatched from their grasp by a society that feared change. Yet, when a love such as theirs exists, there is always a chance they will somehow find one another, no matter how impossible the odds.

But now, the years were passing. Time was running out. And unknown to either of them, there were people searching for the black and white roses, roses that were rumored to tell the location of the Holy Grail, if one existed.

Was there a connection between the two who now held the roses and the Holy Grail? Can their million-to-one love beat impossible odds to bring them together again?