Logan Harrington swiftly pulled Amelia Davidson onto the yacht, ready to leave the island.
"Wait, what about Emma and the others?" Amelia suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"Don't worry, they'll be fine," Logan reassured her, tugging her onto the yacht. The engine roared to life, and the sound caught the attention of Mrs. Harrington.
She hurriedly left the dance floor, but was quickly swallowed by the crowd, unable to move.
"Goodbye!" Logan called out, extending his arm in a farewell gesture towards the island.
On the yacht, aside from the driver, it was just Logan and Amelia.
Away from Mrs. Harrington, Amelia finally breathed a sigh of relief. The conversation with her had left Amelia feeling flustered. This was a welcome change, but unease still lingered in her heart.
"Logan, won't your grandmother have something to say about this?" Amelia asked.
