[Day 3, Dec. 22 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Dave Carter
After that electrifying workshop earlier, a casino party was arranged to ease off the tension. It seemed like the events on this ship would never end until we were off it. Not that I minded tonight.
The energy here was magnetic—not the kind of atmosphere I typically enjoyed, but I could use a little chaos and alcohol to shake off the day.
Finn was beside me, dancing alone to the blaring rock music, his usual carefree grin plastered across his face. His movements were erratic but lighthearted, though I noticed his eyes constantly drifting toward Raven, who stood further away, effortlessly commanding the attention of a group of women she’d just met tonight.
I, on the other hand, had no interest in the dance floor or mingling. Inste
