Chapter 26 - Irina.
I let Paul smile like a little kid in front of Nick and Alan and pulled Emily gently by the hand. "Let's go get something to drink," I whispered. Music spread through the yacht, low but with a heavy bass. People were laughing, glasses clinking against each other, and I already felt the weight of it all pressing on me. We reached the bar, filled with bottles of the finest drinks, and ordered two cocktails. Emily was thrilled. Her eyes sparkled as if she had stepped into a movie scene. I, on the other hand, just felt uncomfortable. I played with the straw in my glass and said quietly, "I can't stand him. Nick... there's something about him that fills me with disgust. Arrogant, fake, dangerous." Emily turned to look at me, her glass half raised. "Okay... I don't know what kind of person
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