I stared at the deep rare blue of the Mediterranean Sea whilst holding Brad's hand as the helicopter we are flying in circled a perfect little island consisting of dark green trees, white stone buildings, sharp, rocky white stones cliffs, and soft powdery white sand beaches.
We have arrived at Brad's private island in Greece.
We decided to have our honeymoon here.
Yeah, Brad owns an island. I own one too. Sometimes it is hard to believe Brad and I are really wealthy.
The helicopter landed on a flat piece of ground near the most beautiful house I have ever laid my eyes on.
Brad instantly hops out first before helping me out.
I stared at the house in awe. It was a villa constructed of white stone on the side of a cliff, that overlooks the sea. The house was bordered by low stone walls with olive trees and other sorts of trees surrounding it, adding to its beauty.
Brad and I walked down a gravel path wound with green lawns into the house.
