It was warm, peaceful, a place unlike another. My fiancée and I had finally arrived at the Arthur Penny’s resort, an esteemed establishment in southern Florida. “Aren’t you excited to be here?” she had said. Her brown eyes gleamed in the sunlight complimenting her rich ebony skin along with her bright wonderful smile. “Of course dear!” I had said with much enthusiasm. “We worked so hard for this.” And work we did. The process was rather difficult since our families didn’t agree with our relationship, but in the end managed to let it be for our happiness. Truly, it was paradise.

We headed over to the receptionist to check into our rooms and once we were settled in we decided to go back down to the lobby to get some food since it was still lunch time. We sat at a table and tried the food. I kid you not, my fiancée took one bite and just spit all of it out. “Why is this food so bland?” she had said. “High cholesterol must be a necessity to bring out some kind of taste”. I almost choked from laughter. “To think a nice place like this would have good food…ugh, can we please go elsewhere?” she had asked. I didn’t expect for the resort to have such bad food. “Well we can try one of the local restaurants down here”, I said, and she reluctantly agreed.

We got to the car we drove into the main part of town and we admired all of the beautiful scenery. We decided to eat at this hibachi restaurant and we absolutely loved it. The cooks were super friendly, the performances were amazing and the food was phenomenal. I swear I had never seen my fiancée so impressed with the flavour. “This junk is BUSSIN’…Now this is how you cook some food, not that old paper machete pasta they had back at the resort,” she said while taking a big bite of her filet mignon. I just couldn’t help but laugh, no matter what situation we were in, she had always found a way to make me laugh. “I’m so blessed and fortunate to have someone like you,” I thought to myself.

After lunch, we went sightseeing again and this time we saw a little ice cream shop called “Betty’s Booth”. It had an old fashion charm to it and it was pretty cute. “Oooooh, let’s go there, you know I love me some good ice cream”, she said knowing good and well she was lactose intolerant. Once we got our ice cream we decided to sit down. Just then, a familiar face walked into the shop and I looked on in shock. “What’s wrong?”, my fiancée asked only to turn around herself to see that tall dark skinned woman. Fear consumed our hearts. “Oh god…what is my ex doing here?” she said. Had I only known what would’ve happened next, I would’ve gotten the ice cream to go without hesitation.