[Day 4, Dec. 23 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Octavia
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled around me as I sat in the corner of the cozy café, its wooden tables and red plaid chairs giving off the ideal Christmas charm. Fairy lights twinkled across the windows, reflecting the frosted landscape outside, where passengers wrapped in thick coats hurried along the icy deck.
Soft Christmas carols hummed in the background, accompanied by the gentle clinking of spoons against ceramic cups.
My laptop glared back at me, open to a forum of aspiring writers. The cursor blinked mockingly as I scrolled through profiles, looking for someone—anyone—who might fit the impossible brief Nathan had dropped on us last night.
Unsigned authors. Talented ones.
All without raising suspicion.
My lips twist
