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...
I woke up to an empty bed and a spinning head - still drunk. My eyes blinked until my vision was no longer as blurred.
Sitting up, I cracked my back and let out a yawn.
"What time is it," I asked aloud.
4:33 AM
Sheesh. My eyelids were still heavy and I wasn't sure how long I'd be able to fight off sleep anymore. I was still drunk from before and learned you couldn't just sleep it off.
"Noah?" He didn't answer when I called out his name. Huh.
My shoulders dropped, risking my usually good posture. I wondered where he was, and Gael who probably hadn't been in all night. My suspicions increased.
Several relentless knocks on the boy's door frightened me. I put my hand to my heart after dramatically gasping.
Who could it be at this hour, I thought. Maybe it's just the guys, drunk and unable to locate their room keys?
With caution, I tiptoed to the door and opened it. Relief washed over me when I saw that it was only Cassie.
Her relaxed face twisted and she hiccuped. "You?"
"Me," I replied with the same tone. I was just as startled to see her as she was me.
"I must- I must have the wrong room," she stammered. This girl was wasted, she was stumbling and all. I wasn't far from that level myself.
"Are you looking for Gael?" I asked, only stopping for her to nod in agreement. "He's not here, neither is Noah."
Cassie looked a little disappointed, I shared her frustrations. I shut the door on her face only to grab my things and slip back into my shoes. I started to walk away when I saw some more alcohol left in the bottom of the bottle. I swallowed it and then smiled with satisfaction before running out of the room.
"Wait up!" I whisper-yelled after Cassie. She turned to see me catching up to her in the middle of the corridor. "Maybe we can find them together? I'm Brooklyn."
After a prolonged dry look on her drunk face, Cassie smiled kindly.
"I'm Cassie," she told me but I obviously already knew.
"I know," I told her warmly. She adjusted herself to my height before we began the search. Cassie was a small girl but the difference wasn't awkward enough to make me not want to hangout with her. Normally, in the past, there's been girls who haven't wanted to be my friend because I was taller and didn't fit in. Literally.
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