HONEYMOON

So I have practically been trying to persuade Oliver to tell me where the hell we were going since we entered his private jet.

We were sitted next to each other on the plane and he had done nothing more than locking his eyes to his tabloid screen. I knew he was using that as an avenue to avoid my non stop questions.

As I tried to while away time without feeling bored, my mind went back to last night when Oliver told me about this trip.

"we are going for our honeymoon!!"

"what did you just say?"

"Tha.....t we are going for our honeymoon" he said rather too calmly this time. He suddenly gave me that look of profound guilt.

"Oh God! Oliver I'm just suprised, that's all. Stop looking guilty for God's sake"

"Lois, I know that this is rather