How Did You Meet My Son?

Olive's P.O.V.

On the terrace stood a large white oval table, with rounded wooden chairs. The sun was bright and warm against my skin. I could hear the waves crashing against the shore before my eyes spotted the ocean. The breeze was cool, carrying with it the smell of the ocean breeze. I closed my eyes as I inhaled, letting the breeze cool me while the sun warmed me. It felt so perfect outside today. There were beautiful white potted lilies in every corner as well as the center of the table.

The tiny fork nightmare continued as I saw it staring at me from its place on the table. Hopefully nothing we eat calls for me to use it. I wouldn't know how to anyway. I spotted Lisa first as she leaned against the white wooden railing facing the beach. She wore a long off white maxi dress that showed her shoulder blades in the back. Her black hair flowed in neat waves around her, covering some of the exposed skin. She looked absolutely radiant, like a still frame photograph.

Laughter caught my