The Cruise[DISCONTINUED]

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BETTY POV

"And where do you want this?" Ethel asked me. I pointed to my bedroom. The maids and butlers were helping me move stuff into my room. I looked over at the sunroom that was attached to the ship. I walked into the sunroom and went to the window. I pulled out my phone and lifted my phone to take a picture. I did and I put my phone back in the pocket of my dress.

"Darling? Where are you?" Archie yelled. I groaned and closed my eyes. I heard footsteps come closer to me. I didn't bother turning around. I heard the sunroom door close. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and Archie rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Hi Arch...you got ready very quickly."

"I made Mad Dog and the crew members do it. Betty, I had an idea. Maybe tonight is the night...we take our relationship to the next level." Archie said. I turned around and looked at him. He had a weak smile. I didn't want to. I simply wasn't ready and I don't particularly like Archie.

"I don't know, Arch. I'm very tired and I think that I wanna sleep. Let's finish putting our stuff in our rooms, go eat dinner, and then go to bed. Ok?" I smiled. I kissed his cheek and walked past him. I went into the living room and helped the maids put my stuff away. I was a naturally helpful person and that really annoyed Archie. He thinks that I'm too nice.

"Actually, Betty, I hope to do it on the ship-"

"Sometime, Archie! Just not tonight, ok?" I sassed. He gave a small glare then let out an exhale. He walked over to me and went behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and started massaged.

"Fine, whatever you want. As long as you're happy, that's all that matters. Isn't it?" Archie asked in an irritated tone. He let go of my shoulders and I watched him quickly walk out of the room. Ethel walked over to me and shook her head.

"Don't worry about 'doing it', Betty. You both have all the time in the world." Ethel nodded. I gave a weak smile and then picked up one of my bags. I walked into my room and placed it on the floor next to my bed. I sat down on the bed and just fidgeted with my fingers.

"Dad, I really wish you were here."