I won't let you fall

As the evening rolled around, the cruise ship was alive with the anticipation of the night's events. The sun had set, casting a warm golden hue across the ocean as the guests began to gather for dinner. The grand dining hall was illuminated by sparkling chandeliers, the tables laden with an extravagant display of culinary delights. The air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly prepared dishes, mingling with the soft hum of conversation.

Cindy, who had spent the afternoon relaxing and reflecting on the day's events, walked alone toward the dining area. Her thoughts were still a whirlwind of emotions after the confrontation with Gianna, but she pushed them aside as she stepped into the hall. The sight before her was breathtaking—the room was filled with beautifully dressed guests, each one more elegant than the last, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement.