[Day 3, Dec. 22 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Octavia
I strutted across the deck, shoes clicking against the polished floor, my gaze locked on Dave’s doppelgänger standing near the railing. The ocean breeze tousled his curly hair as he stared out at the endless expanse of blue.
There was a strange calm about him, a softness that set him apart from Dave’s sharp, commanding energy.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Dave and Nathan passing by. They stopped dead in their tracks. Their heads turned toward me in unison, and I could feel their eyes boring into my back.
I smirked, side-glancing them before scoffing loudly enough for them to hear. The sound echoed in the tension-filled air, and with twin scowls, they turned and walked away.
Good riddance.
I reached the mysterious man and
