The grand ballroom of the ship sparkles like a dream, a symphony of glittering chandeliers, polished marble floors, and lavish drapery in shades of gold and cream. The gala is in full swing, a celebration of new beginnings and the endless possibilities a new year promises. Jack and I step into the room, arm in arm, and I feel a flutter of excitement, mixed with a faint undercurrent of unease.
I have to admit, we look every bit the part of a glamorous couple. My emerald gown flows like liquid silk with every step I take, its off-shoulder design showcasing the delicate necklace Jack gifted me just hours earlier. He’s dressed in a tailored navy suit that fits him so perfectly it might as well have been made just for him. His tie is a deep green that matches my dress, a detail he insisted on,
