The Horizon's Edge was more than just a yacht — it was a floating palace. A triple-decked leviathan of polished steel and marine elegance, with enough luxury to shame most boutique hotels.
As James stepped aboard with Logan, he immediately took note of the details: teak flooring that shone beneath soft LED strips, marble-topped bar stations, sprawling lounge spaces wrapped in sun-kissed glass, and a soft scent of sea breeze mixed with luxury perfume lingering in the air.
Music thumped from concealed speakers — a mellow, bass-heavy rhythm that vibrated through the bones without overwhelming conversation.
Sunlight danced across the ocean, and champagne already flowed freely among the guests scattered throughout the decks.
Logan guided James through a brief tour of the yacht.
