Chapter 340
Vivienne
Daphne docks the yacht at what looks like a small cluster of villas, each one built on stilts over crystal-clear water.
The sun is lower now, turning the sea to molten gold, and the whole place feels like something from a dream—too beautiful to be real, too quiet to be anywhere I've ever been.
"I don't have any change of clothes." I realize it as I say it. My suitcase is on the dock with Michael. In my excitement, I just ran towards her and didn't get it.
Daphne doesn't look up from securing the boat. "That's okay. You can check on the second floor. Main master bedroom."
I leave her to finish with the engine and head down into the yacht. It's ridiculous, this boat—all polished wood and soft lighting, like a floating hotel.
