We ate finger foods, then Lucian made a funny speech. Sammy made a cute one filled with kind wishes.
I missed my mom, but this was her present to me, and whatever her surprise was.
I got on the mic and threatened to kill my friends if they touched my father’s instruments. Two staff were on board: Mica, the captain, and David, who took care of the rest. Only they were allowed to touch the equipment.
Then we started to party.
Around half past two in the afternoon, the music blared from the speakers. I was on my first wine cooler. I took a few drags of Lucian’s cigarette as I lay baking in the sun on the roof of the yacht.
“Why were you almost late?” I asked him, handing him back his smoke. “Do you know how worried I was?”
“Why? Thought I wouldn’t show?”
I grimaced. “I’ve been let down
