[Day 2, Dec 21 – The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
~Octavia~
I had just asked Dave if he would go with me to the fashion show today, the highlight event of the day. Judging by his silence and the way his eyes stayed glued to his laptop, the answer was obviously no.
After a moment, he set his laptop aside, reached for his wallet, and without a word, pulled out a sleek, shimmering black card.
He stretched it toward me.
“Here.” His tone was as calm as if he were handing me a grocery list. “Take this and buy whatever you want. I’ll be busy with work.”
I blinked rapidly, disbelief crashing over me like a tidal wave.
He was just handing me his black card?
Like it was an old coffee shop loyalty card?
Nathan would never let me touch his wallet, let alone a card this powerful. I used to plead just
