Ivonne's POV

The blonde girl stood at a distance, eyes squinted as she peered ahead of her to catch sight of her lover. The morning wind blew hair strands around her face like it was doing mine, the red print short skirt she wore with a black off-the-shoulder blouse being held down to prevent exposing of her thighs beneath the cloth.

As always, she appeared beautiful with those eyes of hers, high cheekbones and small lips which glistened from the red lipstick she had applied.

"What is she doing ...