208: You and I

Fenella’s POV I stood at the edge of the balcony. My hands are firmly gripping the iron rail of the balcony as my eyes gaze at the nighttime scenery in the distance. Puerto Vallarta, a cliff with a stunning coastal view that showcases the beautiful side of Mexico. Perhaps there is truth in the saying—including Lloyd's yesterday—that bad memories must be replaced with good ones. Since arriving in Mexico until now, all the bad memories have been erased and replaced with the beauty of a honeymoon vacation with the love of my life. It's not bad, really. Despite the heavy trial we went through yesterday, we finally had some peace of mind. The night breeze blows through my hair. There's a strange sensation, but I don't want to go into the room yet. Until Laird came from the balcony door and immediately hugged me, enveloping me in soothing warmth. “Hey,” “Hi, baby. Are you done showering?” I asked, raising my head to look at Laird's face for a moment. “Yup.” “You smell nice,” I said as I inha