*Theo*
I stand in front of the mirror in my cabin, adjusting the collar of my shirts with a mix of excitement and nerves. Today is Christmas Eve, and I can’t shake the fluttering feeling in my stomach. I want Sawyer to be happy, to show her I have matured, but I also do not want her to feel forced in any way.
The Caribbean sun streams through the porthole, casting a warm glow across the room, and I take a moment to appreciate the festive decorations I've set up… a small christmas tree adorned with twinkling lights and colorful ornaments. Getting a real one here was not easy and cost me a lot, but my mother hates the plastic ones.
“Alright, let’s make this memorable,” I mutter to myself, giving my reflection a final nod before heading to the door.
As I step into the living area of my ca
