In the darkness of the sea, a small yacht sliced through the shadows like a graceful shark.
Atop the yacht stood a young man and woman, staring intently this way.
The yacht headed straight for the cruise ship, clearly targeting Camille Rhodes.
Camille's rescue?
As Lennox Acevedo and Jensen Meadows furrowed their brows in confusion, the two boats had already drawn close. While still a distance apart, a figure leapt elegantly from the yacht and landed lightly beside Camille.
Camille, looking at the descending Carson Flores, had every pore on her face radiating joy, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration and trust.
This man was so reliable!
He was like her Prince Charming, a preeminent hero, coming through the wind in her moment of peril.
Carson glanced at Camille and seeing her radiant smile, he knew that nothing awful had happened yet, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
