Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
As I stood in the shower, I let the water run down my skin. I put my loofa and exfoliating scrub down and sat.
I pressed my lips together and blinked so the droplets would roll off.
Flashbacks of being slapped, yelled at, and starved haunted me.
Mother would measure me and if I was too big - erm, "big" for a dancer according to her ridiculous standards, I mean - she would put me on a more strict diet and tell me how much of a disappointment I am. She's not so evil, however, she would tell me how much it pained her to punish me and promised she was only doing it so I could know perfection.
I sighed when someone knocked on the door. I'm assuming it was Mother rushing me to get out.
I stood and turned off the hot water before towel drying my whole body, except my hair.
Something came over me as I stood in the mirror. A sense of newfound strength and free will. I was desperate to be my own person, not wanting to let her affect my vacation. So, I didn't let her come in to do my hair. She claimed she's done it for me all these years to make me look presentable which is true, but I refused to let her straighten my hair and brush it into a sock bun at the back of my neck during this vacation.
When I left the bathroom in my robe, I noticed the suite was empty. They had gone to breakfast without me and left a note saying so. It read:
Going to breakfast. Don't wait up xx
"Oh, I won't," I scoffed aloud.
I opened the closet where my bags were and saw an outfit hanging. An outfit she picked out.
I groaned and threw a mini temper tantrum.
This woman is going to be the death of me. I just knew the outfit matched my parent's since it wasn't one I packed for myself.
I snatched the floral romper from the hanger and opened the door. A maid was pushing a cart by and I tossed the outfit in the trash. She just looked at me blankly and I smiled as best I could before going back and locking myself in the room to get dressed.
I pulled out clothes of my own and made an outfit: a white tube top and orange striped paper bag shorts with a pair of black thong Birkenstock's in the style Mayari. I put on an anklet and an islander-themed weaved bracket I also got from the gift shop. While I put on my favorite silver ring, I didn't bother putting on makeup or any accessories other than my favorite pair of diamond stud earrings.
Finally ready for the day, I grabbed my wristlet that contained cash, my debit/credit cards, and the room key. I didn't bother taking my phone since I was only going to breakfast and wanted to really live in the moment.
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