The day is warm and breezy, with sunlight streaming through the ship’s massive windows as Jack and I walk through the opulent halls. The click of my heels echoes faintly, a sound that still feels foreign after so many months of sneakers and casual flats. Jack’s hand rests lightly on the small of my back, guiding me toward our destination—a dinner date at one of the ship’s fanciest restaurants.
“You’re sure I’m dressed okay for this?” I ask, glancing down at the pale blue cocktail dress I borrowed from one of the ship's boutiques.
“You look stunning,” Jack replies without hesitation, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.
I blush, the compliment settling warmly in my chest. “Well, you don’t look too bad yourself,” I counter, taking in his tailored navy suit that fit
