Zoey p.o.v
After breakfast this morning, Marco asked me to get dressed. He must have planned another surprise for me, I got dressed as instructed.
I have continuously asked him were we are going, but he refused to spill. I guess I should be prepared to be blown away, Marco surprises are always extra.
So, here we are, driving to what seem to be our destination-Or not. We arrived at the coast, it was barely a ten minute drive from the resort.
I alighted the car, the cool breeze from the ocean hitting me, I breathe in the freshness of the ocean.
“Come here, baby.” Marco stretch out his hand for me to take, I hugged his arm.
We went straight to the harbor, a man who looked to be in his late forties, with fiery red hair and blue eyes is waiting for us.
“Good afternoon, sir, ma.” The ma
