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...
"Brooklyn, where did you find this?" asked my father when I presented him with the watch. He shot up from the bed, followed by his wife.
"I found it," I lied through my teeth.
"What?! Where?"
Nervous, my eyes darted back and forth. "It was just on the ground by the bar. You're welcome," I faltered, looking away from my parents.
"I don't know, honey. Do you believe her?"
Dad kissed the watch and then glared at me. "You sure you found it?"
I nodded with my lips pulled into a thin line. "It just turned up."
"Well I'm glad it did, this watch means a lot to me - it was your grandfather's. Thank you, Brook," Dad expressed, pulling my body in for a hug.
"It still sounds shady to me. Like, how'd it get out of the safe in the first place? It was obviously stolen, and not many people knew the combination," she went on. Then, she had a lightbulb moment. "Wait! Didn't those hoodlums overhear the combination?"
"Hoodlums?" I stared at her like she was dumb.
"The boy from dinner and his friend; on the first day, they bumped into you and I feared they overheard the combination. Michael, the Noah boy stole your watch," she insisted, gasping.
My eyes rolled. "Now you're just making shit up," I grumbled.
"Dad," I spoke to him, "you got your watch back. Isn't that all that matters?"
He looked at Mom and then at me. "Yes, honey, thank you."
I nodded my head and walked past them to retrieve the bottle of Jameson that I put on the stand.
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"I was just about to send a search party for you." Noah greeted me at Cassie's door.
I shoved the handle of Jameson in his face and forced my way inside.
With a smile, I waved at Gael and Cassie who were sitting on her bed, just talking. For a second, I just stared and watched them interact. Cassie said she thought Noah and I were dating before, but by the way Gael looks at her, anyone would believe they were together.
"You're still alive, I see Mommy and Daddy didn't kill you," Noah stated.
"Not yet," I added, letting my hair out of it's high ponytail. I slid the pink velvet scrunchie on my wrist and sat down on the floor.
"Why the floor?" Noah laughed at me but sat anyway.
"What did you tell him?"
"That you stole it. They're pressing charges," I replied dryly. Noah knew I was joking and took the first drink when he didn't have a comeback.
