I was sitting at the piano I had in our living room playing a song I'd written years ago. It was special because I wrote it with the person who matters most to me. I haven't played in quite a while so I was a little rusty. I couldn't even remember all the notes. I thought about the day we met and how lucky I'd been to have the life I do now. I stop playing and bring out the photo album because I was feeling reminiscent. As I flick through the pages, half conscious of the fact that I had a massive grin on my face, my fifteen year old daughter Zoe walks in and sat beside me. "Mum, what are you looking at?" She asks curiously. "Just old photos my darling." I reply. "Is that what Dad used to look like?!" She exclaims. "Yeah he did. Your Dad's handsome huh?" We both laugh. "You know, you never told me how the two of you even met." "I haven't?" "Not the whole thing" she defended. "I know that you met in a coffee shop and that uncle Michael thought it was a bad idea but nothing else" she tells me. "Will you tell me the whole story?" She asks. I think for only a moment and smile. "Where do I even begin." I mumble. Our story was not an ordinary one. Zoe takes the photo album from me and gets comfortable. She looks at me with an expression of intrigue and insists "From the very beginning." I took a deep breath, and so I began. Recalling everything as though it had only happened just yesterday.
Note: In the prologue, Olivia is about to tell her daughter the story of how she met her father. However, the entire story won't be told in that perspective. From now, it will be written as one giant flashback type thing because she is recounting it.