Jill Malik P.O.V

"What are you doing here, son?" The old man, Flynn's dad, asked astonished as he looked back and forth at Flynn and I. "And who is this lady? Why are you on my table?"

"Dad, as far as I know this is a public park."

His mom giggled. "Oh honey, you don't know the history don't you?"

"What history?" Flynn asked confused, he loosened his grip from my waist. I took that as an opportunity to get off his lap. I straightened my skirt and sat down next to him, looking at his parents.

They were old. Probably in their late fifties or early sixties. Now, I can see where Ximena got all her beauty from. Her mom looked stunning, for an old lady.

His dad cleared his throat. "Well, I ask your mom to be my girlfriend on this very same table." 8

"What?!" Flynn and I exclaimed simultaneously.

Talk about history repeating itself.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" his mom asked, and then looked at me with a warm smile. "And who are you young lady?"

"She's Jill." Flynn answered for me. "My girlfriend."

His mom's eyes widened. "Really?! Since when?"

"Since a couple of minutes ago."

"You asked her to be your girlfriend on my table?" his dad exclaimed.18

"Dad, it's not your table." Flynn said through gritted teeth, a little bit annoyed.

His mom patted the back of his dad. "Honey, it's okay. You should be happy, this table brings luck. We have been together for so long now."

"That's right honey." His dad turned his attention to me. "And what is your full name young lady?"

"Jill." I answered, but then realized he wanted my full name. "Jill Malik."

"Friend of Ximena?" the old lady asked surprised. "She always talks about you and I didn't had a clue who you were. I'm Jolie, but you can call me Jo. Your future mother-in-law." She winked at me as she said the last sentence.

It was weird that I've never saw them before. Even on Ximena's graduation ceremony and engagement party. Now I remember that I saw a glimpse of them during both the graduation ceremony and engagement party, but I never bothered to ask who they were.

"I'm Sullivan, nice to meet you dear." the old man gave me a kind smile.

"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios."

"So," Jolie looked at her son, "When are you going to bring her for dinner."

"Mom!" he grunted, "Dinner has to wait. At least

like she was about to get a mini

deep sigh, "I know that once I bring her to dinner, the topic marriage will follow me everyday, all

Jill to our family dinner." She then looked at me.

"Zoe was once my

ugly face. "Anyway, you are way

dad with pleading eyes. "Can you please

not, Sullivan!" Jolie

looked at me.

you guys going

nodded. "Yes,

heard.

said, standing up and started to pack and clean

me pack. We cleaned the table so Jolie and Sullivan could

later Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios." I waved

soon Jill." They

swung his arm around my shoulder

your mom

hear that about Zoe. My mom can sometimes

by me. But we should

me about this sooner or later. Don't

looked at me and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Today, I just want to kiss you.

..........

feels so surreal, because I never thought I would end up

me, touched me, it reminded me so much of him. I feel so complete with Flynn, like he was actually the one I was waiting for in all those

know it couldn't be. Or could

night, is not pleasant. Another reason I never ever touched a whiskey

to take me to

he promised me that he would bring me home, two days before the launch. After a lot of convincing from him and Ximena, I

was about to walk into Macy's when someone called my name. I turned around

my face lit up as I saw

we meet again." he gave me a side hug and then faced the girl next to

was engaged with a Jordanian woman, named Irina

that he didn't believe in love at the first sight, but here he was engaged to

shiny black hair, big dark green eyes, and long

some shopping,

asked surprised.

Ethan gets the job in Jordan. We can get an email anytime now." She looked at Ethan with a small smile and I could

get an

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