~Lola~

I went to my trunk, took out a picnic blanket, and placed it a little further away from Mason. I’m not sure I trust how I’m feeling right now. I shouldn’t be feeling this way toward him. I then began unpacking our lunch. Thanks to Ruth, she made light meals for our picnic while I was busy looking for a live-in tutor. She made hot dogs and some watermelon. I noticed the kids were still playing with Mason. So I took back the lunch and stuffed it back into the basket. I reclined on the blanket, taking in the scenery around me. The sky was blue, and the fresh,...