The dining hall of the cruise ship was nothing short of extravagant. As Ryder and I walked toward the buffet, I took in the vibrant scene—massive tables overflowing with every kind of food you could imagine. Fresh fruits were arranged in colorful displays, delicate pastries sat under gleaming domes, and platters of freshly grilled meats released smoky tendrils into the air. The aroma of butter and herbs mixed with the saltiness of the ocean, making my mouth water. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Ivy and Justin waving us over to a table by the window, the vast ocean stretching out behind them.
“Faye, Ryder!” Ivy called out excitedly, standing up from her chair to greet us. “You’re just in time, I’ve already been through the line once, and I’m about to go for round two.”
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