Charlotte
I am standing next to Francois and Remy on deck watching the rowboats filled with officers coming towards us. Honestly, I am not looking forward to this. The mere thought of pretending the entire evening to enjoy their company has my stomach in knots.
“Welcome,” I plaster a smile on my face and walk towards the first men who steps on board. “What an honour to entertain such fine company.”
We exchange pleasantries until everyone is on board before I walk to Maynard.
“Would you like to visit Zelia before dinner?” I ask friendly.
“I would very much appreciate it,” he nods, and I turn to Remy and Francois.
“Please escort the officers to the dining room for some drinks, we will follow shortly,” I say before Maynard and I walk to Zelia.
The closer we get to the cabin, the crazie
