It was creeping me out and Marco's story could wait. This was way more important. Why was there another Marco in this park, with a beautiful woman. They were old, yes, but even a person with a bad eye sight could see that the old man was a copy of Marco.
"Marco." I whispered, "Why does that man look like an older version of you?"
Marco turned his head around and his eyes widened.
"Mom, dad?! What are you guys doing here?"
Jillian Malik P.O.V
"What are you doing here, son?" The old man, Marco's dad, asked astonished as he looked back and forth at Marco and I. "And who is this lady? Why are you on my table?"
"Dad, as far as I know this is a public park."
His mom giggled. "Oh honey, you don't know the history don't you?"
"What history?" Marco asked confused, he loosened his grip from my waist. I took that as an opportunity to get off his lap. I straightened my skirt and sat down next to him, looking at his parents.
They were old. Probably in their late fifties or early sixties. Now, I can see where Ximena got all her beauty from. Her mom looked stunning, for an old lady.
His dad cleared his throat. "Well, I ask your mom to be my girlfriend on this very same table."
"What?!" Marco and I exclaimed simultaneously.
Talk about history repeating itself.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" his mom asked, and then looked at me with a warm smile. "And who are you young lady?"
"She's Jillian." Marco answered for me. "My girlfriend."
His mom's eyes widened. "Really?! Since when?"
"Since a couple of minutes ago."
"You asked her to be your girlfriend on my table?" his dad exclaimed.
"Dad, it's not your table." Marco said through gritted teeth, a little bit annoyed.
His mom patted the back of his dad. "Honey, it's okay. You should be happy, this table brings luck. We have been together for so long now."
"That's right honey." His dad turned his attention to me. "And what is your full name young lady?"
"Jillian." I answered, but then realized he wanted my full name. "Jillian Malik."
"Friend of Ximena?" the old lady asked surprised. "She always talks about you and I didn't had a clue who you were. I'm Jolie, but you can call me Jo. Your future mother-in-law." She winked at me as she said the last sentence.
It was weird that I've never saw them before. Even on Ximena's graduation ceremony and engagement party. Now I remember that I saw a glimpse of them during both the graduation ceremony and engagement party, but I never bothered to ask who they were.
"I'm Sullivan, nice to meet you dear." the old man gave me a kind smile.
"Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios."
"So," Jolie looked at her son, "When are you going to bring her for dinner."
Marco face turned sour. "Mom!" he grunted, "Dinner has to wait. At least for a couple of months."
"What!" Jolie's eyes widened, it looked like she was about to get a mini heart-attack. "Months?! Honey, why?"
"Because," Marco let out a deep sigh, "I know that once I bring her to dinner, the topic marriage will follow me everyday, all day. We just started dating."
Jolie pouted. "Honey." She looked at Sullivan with pleading eyes. "Tell your son to bring Jillian to our family dinner." She then looked at me. "You're perfect for my son, better than that Zoe girl."
"Mom!" Marco warned. "Zoe was once my friend."
"Was." his mom said, "Until you turned her into a ...." Jolie stopped talking and made a ugly face. "Anyway, you are way better. Educated with a successful job and you have morals. Just what my son need."
Marco looked at his dad with pleading eyes. "Can you please tell mom to talk a little less?"
"You will not, Sullivan!" Jolie warned.
Sullivan sighed deeply and looked at me. "Sometimes I feel like a middle child."
I chuckled when he said that. "So are you guys going to have a picnic here?" I asked.
Sullivan nodded. "Yes, it's our anniversary."
That's the most sweetest thing I've ever heard. This is what I call relationship goals.
"We were about to leave." I said, standing up and started to pack and clean the table. "We were done anyway."
Marco stood up and helped me pack. We cleaned the table so Jolie and Sullivan could have their date in peace.
"I'll see you later Mr. and Mrs. Vasilios." I waved at them.
"See you soon Jillian." They waved back.
Marco swung his arm around my shoulder and pushed me against him.
"So, your mom is interesting."
Marco grumbled. "I'm sorry you had to hear that about Zoe. My mom can sometimes be a little bit straight forward."
I shrugged. "I guess that's fine by me. But we should talk about your regulars if you want this relationship to work."
He nodded. "I know you would ask me about this sooner or later. Don't worry, I will. But not now."
He looked at me and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Today, I just want to kiss you. A lot."
..........
I still can't believe I'm now officially Marco's girlfriend. It feels so surreal, because I never thought I would end up with him.
Yesterday after he dropped me off, we ended up in a heated makeout session. The way he kissed me, touched me, it reminded me so much of him. I feel so complete with Marco, like he was actually the one I was waiting for in all those six years.
But I know it couldn't be. Or could it?
I don't know.Not remembering most of the things that happened that night, is not pleasant. Another reason I never ever touched a whiskey bottle after that night.
I shook my head and continued walking. I was on a little shopping spree, because Marco messaged me this morning, that he wanted to take me to Paris. He's actually going to seal a business deal, but he said that there was still enough time to go out and go sight seeing.
First I was protesting, because the launch of Ximena's makeup palette, was going to be in a couple of days. But he promised me that he would bring me home, two days before the launch. After a lot of convincing from him and Ximena, I decided to go. Which meant I needed to do some shopping.
I was about to walk into Macy's when someone called my name. I turned around and saw Ethan with a beautiful girl next to him walking towards me.