[Day 2: Dec. 21, The Ophelia Cruise Ship]
~Octavia~
“What?” I asked, startled, as Lila’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint.
“She’s been insufferable this whole trip,” Lila said, her tone dripping with indignation.
“Time to take her down a peg.”
Craig groaned beside her, running a hand through his hair. “Lila, this is our boss’s girlfriend. You can’t mess with her. Do you want to get us both fired?”
“Who said I want trouble?” she replied, grinning wickedly. “I’ll just… do a little finishing touch to her dress, that’s all.”
Craig sighed, clearly resigned to his fate. Before he could scold her further, Lila grabbed my arm and pulled me along toward the third styling station, where Ava was being prepped.
We loitered near the door, pretending to admire the decorations, but our eyes
