The next day, we are on a luxurious yacht in the waters of Paris. I stand, leaning against the railing and enjoying my drink, and Grace sits away from me, making her vlog. I only tolerate this woman because of my father.
I notice a young woman, clad in a stylish summer dress, who can’t take her eyes off me. She approaches me and leans against the railing beside me. With a mischievous glimmer in her eyes, she begins a conversation.
“Such a beautiful day, isn’t it? Do you come here often?” She enquires flirtatiously.
“Not as often.” Although I’m not interested in her, I answer her because I can’t behave rudely with her.
Grace, sitting a short distance away, is now quietly observing us, with the corner of her mouth curved into a sly grin.
Now, what’s going on in her mind?
She rises fro
