Arielle’s POV
“What's wrong with you?” Raya asked, snapping me out of my daze as I turned to her, my eyes widened in awe. The sea breeze brushed against my skin, warm and crisp, carrying with it the sound of soft waves hitting the yacht’s gleaming hull. I was walking on the deck—an actual yacht deck—and for a moment, I couldn’t believe this was real.
When Cassian said we’d be going on a weekend trip, I expected a simple getaway—maybe a lodge or a quiet cabin by the lake. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he meant a yacht.
“Wow, this is really a—”
“Private yacht,” Raya interrupted me, rolling her eyes and sounding far too unimpressed.
“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head, “I was going to say it’s huge and amazing!”
And it was. The yacht gleamed under the afternoon sun like somet
