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...
"Honey?" A voice sounded like a dream. "Honey? Brooklyn, baby, wake up." Oh. It was just my father.
I sat up too fast and banged my head on the close ceiling again.
"Aghh," I groaned, falling back onto my pillow.
Dad laughed at me but asked if I was alright. "You've gotta stop doing that," he joked.
"I'll work on it," I returned, rubbing my head. I had a splitting headache - I think they're called hangovers.
"What time is it," I asked, my voice barely there.
"Almost one o'clock. Are you okay, seasick?"
"Yeah, probably just seasick. Do you have some medicine?"
"No, not on me," he answered.
"You missed breakfast," Mom commented out of no where. "You should eat something, Lynn."
I twisted my mouth. "I don't like Lynn. Can you guys call me... Brook, or something?"
Dad and Mom exchanged looks.
"Sure," Dad agreed easily.
At the same time, Mom replied, "We've always called you Lynn, what's wrong with it all of a sudden?"
I cowered and let her win. "Nothing, sorry. Lynn is fine." She nodded and continued to accessorize.
Climbing out of bed, I picked out a wedgie from the romper I left on, and asked where they were going. My hair in a messy bun to the side on the top of my head.
"On a few excursions before we leave the island," Dad let me know. He sprayed cologne and checked his appearance in the small mirror hanging in the closet.
"I'd ask if you want to join but you're not even dressed, sorry," she said, putting on this sarcastic pout.
"Not interested anyway," I mumbled in response.
"Ready, hon?" Dad stood in the bathroom's doorway with his ankle crossed over the other like he was cool.
Mom popped her lips after applying a pink lipstick. She teased her hair a bit and then checked how her ass looked in the yellow printed sundress.
"Let's go, love," she beamed, taking Dad's arm.
They walked arm-in-arm to the door and Mom grabbed her purse and sunglasses before blowing me a kiss.
"Don't wait up," Dad boomed as the door closed, letting them up.
"As if," I murmured, my top lip curled.
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