Back on Deck 38, two figures entered a luxury suite. The first rushed in with a parade of flustered stomps. The second followed along with light feet and an unwavering half-smile.
"What would you like to request for dinner, Young Miss?"
With fingers nearly embedded in her purse, Aegri turned her head to throw a stabbing glance at her formal bodyguard. "At the moment I'm not feeling too hungry, Ayse."
"Very well, Young Miss," he replied with a cordial bow. "I'll ask again at a later time. Is there anything else I can get your you, Young Miss–"
"Stop with the Young Miss act already!"
Aegri stormed down the corridor and hung a right. She accelerated toward the master bedroom with her irate shout echoing through the suite.
K-thud…
