—Ruth—
I wandered through the yacht.
My first stop was at a group of three men and four ladies chattering about their expensive jewelry.
I turned away.
My next stop was a conversation about fast cars. Lamborghinis. Ferraris. Bugattis. Someone even mentioned a Cybertruck.
Nope. Not my thing.
I made my way to the less crowded bar.
And when I turned around, my friend was dancing with Alec Rivera. She looked radiant, and he... he looked like he’d just found what he’d been searching for.
I smiled to myself. I was happy for her.
The last thing I wanted was to interrupt them.
Exhaling, I turned and sauntered toward the stern of the yacht. It was quieter over there, almost private.
A small garden caught my eye.
“Finally, my tribe,” I whispered, hurrying toward the little botanical patc
