"We have a winner!" the announcer shouted.
A joyful tear slid from Prisana's eyes as the senator's yacht came to a stop a mile away from the finish line. Her beast had won, fair yet unfairly. All that mattered was that they won and she would soon be in his arms again.
The sudden and abrupt stop however, shook the entire yacht in turmoil, so much that Prisana herself was thrown onto the ground. Screams could be heard in the distance. Soon, panic from outside reached heights that mimicked her unfortunate situation.
Prisana held onto her head and steadied herself to stand. It took a few moments before her head stopped spinning. She slyly slipped the phone around her belt wrapped underneath the sleek black dress she had on so that Dane could hear every word and envision her whereabouts.
