Oliver
I spotted Mari at the end of the dock in her long flowing white dress and chuckled as the videographer my mother forced us to hire followed her down the path right on her heels.
It took what felt like forever for my gorgeous bride to make her way to the end where I waited with the pastor at the edge of the ocean. Mari and I sailed together for ten months before we decided one warm spring day to get married in the Bahamas. We hadn't found a permanent place to stay and the lack of temporary residence seemed fine to Mari, who had grown to enjoy the open ocean. We were meant for one another.
Our first three months together were spent completing the details of Mari's project in Guatemala while I circled back to Pelican Bay to check on the factory and make sure Pierce was still alive w
