[Day 4, Dec. 23 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
Octavia
Margaret’s arm looped through mine as we strode through the decorated hallways of The Ophelia. My nerves were fraying with every step closer to Nathan’s cabin. Golden garlands lined the walls, their festive cheer mocking the chaos waiting to explode.
If Margaret discovered the truth—that Nathan and I had broken up—I didn’t even want to imagine the fallout.
As we passed a row of poinsettia-lined doors, Margaret flagged down a passing stewardess, her voice warm but commanding.
“Darling,” she called, her sparkling blue eyes locking onto the young woman. The stewardess froze mid-step and turned to face us, looking slightly dazed by Margaret’s presence.
“Yes, ma’am?” she asked politely.
Margaret gave her a bright smile, gesturing to the
