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Good she thinks I am being competitive instead of nosy.
I follow her through the luxurious living rooms and passages, barefoot as are the rules of the yacht. The whole thing is a gleaming speck free masterpiece. Bright sunny tones, white, cream, beige, cedar decks that hint of rose and pink. I pass through several lounges and passages to arrive at internal access to my room. The door has a name plate with my name engraved on it.Brooke Banner.
Wow, they sure know how to make guests feel welcome.
She opens the door to a flood of light. It is a beautiful private, spacious place with a terrace overlooking the ocean. The terrace even has a whirlpool. I am taken aback by the luxury and space.
“This is my guest room, right?”
Gosh, I sound like one of those people who are giddy upon being upgraded to the First-Class seating from Economy.
“This is not a guest room ma’am. this is the private residence on the yacht.”
“We set up a workspace in case you need to catch up with email and of course all your clothes will be dry-cleaned within an hour.”
I walk into the luxurious, modern paradise, the king-size bed beckons me.
The crew member realizes I want to be alone. “Just dial zero if you need us, Miss Banner.”
I close the door and jump on the bed. Softly I shout:
Por Chew Gal
Por Chew Gal
I really miss the girls and I want to call them but I better not. I let myself fall onto the bed like a kid falling into a swimming pool. I roll around in the fluffy bed when my eyes fall on the wall right next to the bed.
I freeze in shock.
THE WALL
BROOKE
The wall has enlarged and framed prints of the pictures I took the first night in Lisbon. I start from the lowest part of the wall and see the picture of the palm tree just outside our hotel in Lisbon. The picture I thought was not so great. My eyes move to the second picture, which is the steel balcony I took that night. One after the other, my eyes reach the castle we visited. My heart races. I move my eyes slowly to the top. There are three pictures framed and enlarged to even larger sizes than the rest. It’s the selfie with Ethan Knight. Me smiling with hope and nervousness, his serious face, and the beautifully lit castle in the background. I recall the pang of pain I had felt when he had said didn’t want to be in the picture. That he would trash it.
But here we are.
I move my eyes to the next picture, and it is from the day of the Harvesting. The moment of looking nervously towards Jessica, as I am saying hooray and everyone around us looking silent and bored.
I cover my mouth to stop a shriek. How the hell did he get that moment? Oh, he had a cameraman! I am embarrassed and amused at the same time. I feel a warm melting thinking that he went through all this trouble.
The third and largest picture is the picture that Ethan Knight took of the three of us (Edith, Sylvia, and Me) in Hawaii in Front of the most expensive handbag in the world.
PICTURE PERFECT
BROOKE
Iquickly shower and change and make full use of the amenities. Drying my hair as fast as I can, I literally run across the halls to the other side of the deck.
Ethan Knight is standing there in a white t-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans. There are some crew members.
“I hope you liked your accommodations.” He says, there is both hope and a playfulness in his tone.
I am unable to say anything, and walk up to him, placing my hands around his neck and give him a deep kiss on his mouth. He grabs me by the waist and almost picks me up from the ground.
“Now that’s a reaction I was hoping for! Is that a, yes?”
“Yes.” I say kissing him on his lips. “Yes.” I kiss him again on his nose. “Yes.” I kiss him again on his lips.
