The pool deck transforms into Scarlett's personal photography studio. She poses against every conceivable backdrop, her laughter echoing across the water as I snap photo after photo with her phone.
"Get one of me by the hot tub," she calls out, striking a playful pose beside the bubbling spa. "And make sure you capture those lights in the background."
I oblige, watching her joy through the camera lens. She's completely absorbed in the moment, treating this billion-dollar yacht like her personal playground. Her genuine excitement makes even the most expensive luxury seem worth it.
"How about here?" She leans against the pool's edge, the underwater lighting casting a ethereal glow on her face. "This is so much better than those boring corporate headshots."
Behind us, Alistair watches with growing frustration. His plan to humiliate me has backfired spectacularly. Instead of witnessing my downfall, he's forced to stand by while Scarlett falls deeper under my spell.
