[Day 4, Dec. 23 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Dave Carter
I’d been avoiding Octavia since last night. She had confronted me in ways no one else ever had. Even my dad had tried—and failed—to settle the rift between Elliot and me. Octavia, though, had made me confront the memories I had spent years running from.
Every day, she gave me more reasons to fall for her.
Forgiving Elliot wasn’t something I could consider—not yet, maybe not ever—but I admired her boldness. She was relentless, determined, and had a big heart. That kind of courage was rare and deeply unsettling, especially because it made me feel things I wasn’t ready to face.
After an intense workout at the balcony gym—my muscles burning and my heart racing—I showered and changed into a two-piece rainbow casual wear, the fabric so
