The moment Bella stepped onto the cruise, her eyes widened like a child seeing snow for the first time.
The white, glistening deck stretched far ahead, polished so perfectly that it reflected the soft morning sunlight. Crystal railings shimmered along the edges, and elegant white parasols were arranged near the lounge area where smooth, tan couches waited. Flower arrangements—fresh lilies and ivory roses sat in vases by the entrance of the upper deck lounge. The breeze carried a soft scent of saltwater and something faintly sweet, like citrus perfume lingering in the air.
She turned slowly in place, completely mesmerized by the luxurious sight. Her voice slipped out before she could stop it.
"Wow…"
Leonardo, who was just one step behind her, heard it.
He looked at her.
The way her eyes sparkled, her mouth parted in awe, and her fingers clutched the strap of her purse like she was afraid of breaking the dream.
A quiet smile curved his lips. It was rare, barely there but real.
