The private yacht docked in the spacious harbor, its streamlined hull gleaming with a cold metallic sheen under the light.
A gilded plaque was hung at the entrance of the gangway, displaying a line of indisputable words:
[Ladies Only Boarding, Gentlemen Stay Back]
Serena Stanton, along with a group of ladies, gracefully lifted their skirts and boarded the yacht, while the remaining seven or eight men stayed at the villa.
Inside the yacht, the champagne tower reflected bright and dazzling colors, uniformed waiters passed through obediently, and the entire party was lively and bustling.
The private yacht sailed steadily at sea for a day and night until it docked in the afternoon of the second day.
During the villa ball that night, Serena Stanton drank a few more glasses of wine. She was wearing a long flowing dress, her waist delicate, her curves revealed, holding her high heels in one hand, she walked barefoot across the carpeted corridor back to her room.
For a while.
