Larissa's POV
Carson guided me away from the crowded ballroom toward the yacht's rear section. He exchanged a brief word with one of the crew members, who immediately unlocked a restricted door, exposing a narrow stairway.
"Are we allowed to be here?" I whispered, my voice tight with uncertainty.
"I made arrangements earlier," Carson replied smoothly. "Don't worry."
The stairs descended to an isolated deck positioned at the yacht's far end. The space was deserted save for an inviting seating arrangement complete with plush cushions and soft throws. Delicate string lights created a warm glow overhead while moonlight shimmered across the dark ocean surface below.
"This is incredible," I murmured, taking in the breathtaking scene.
"The yacht owner's personal sanctuary," Carson explained. "I requested exclusive access for the evening."
"And they agreed just like that? Simply because you're Carson Gary?"
