Both Leslie and Calliope marveled at the majestic sight of the island, earning amused chuckles from Calix. As the mother and daughter looked out the open windows, he quietly snapped a few photos of them.
The brilliant turquoise water and the unfolding breathtaking beauty caught their whole attention. The salty air passed through the open windows, fanning their faces and tousling their hair.
The executive vans cruised along the tarmac road after leaving the sandy ground. Lush tropical palms and pines lined the pathway, providing shades against the dazzling sunlight.
"Mama! The ocean is so pretty!" Calliope exclaimed, she abruptly turned from Leslie to Calix, "Papa, look!"
"Yes, my buttercup. The ocean is pretty," Calix reached out a hand, gently patting the little one's head, "We'll play as much as we want later, okay?"
"Yay!"
