Twenty-Nine
I woke early, dressed in my uniform, and gave myself a pep talk. A very terrible pep talk. “Let’s do the best we can. We will not get fired today, Marcella.”
The main deck was bustling with activity already, and a young woman who I didn’t recognize was pushing a cart full of food off the boat and down the gangway.
“Hey, wait!” I reached out a hand and the woman turned. She was dressed in uniform, but instead of Pegasus on the logo like I was expecting, it read Lady Elmira. My brain stuttered for a moment. “Wait, who are you? Where is all this food going?”
“Marcella!” Roy called out behind me. He stopped beside me. “Go ahead, Annette. Thanks.” He nodded at her and she pushed the cart again.
“What’s going on?”
“Dom can probably explain it better, but he’s busy right now. An
