17
CHARLESTON
PRESENT
“Nope, nope, nope,” Marina said, trying to turn around and head back to the car.
Ash and I both grabbed her to stop her from running away.
“Rina,” I pleaded, “we’re already here.”
“And y’all have a great time. I’ll come back later and pick you up even.”
“What about this changes anything?” Ash asked.
We all glanced up at the enormous yacht in the harbor. It practically looked like a cruise ship. The thing had balconies and tiers and dancing women in thong bikinis hanging off the sides. It was … elaborate, and I’d grown up with wealth. Ash had a yacht that was huge, but it didn’t rival this thing.
“Doesn’t it change everything?” Marina grumbled. “It’s just so … ostentatious.”
That was probably true, but it was also awesome. And we were going to a party on it.
