Meeting at the Sea

The black fabric of my blazer clung perfectly to my body, a new exclusive design hand made by Eta personally for me. My white sneakers, clean and sharp, stood out against the wood of the cruise terminal. A pair of sleek sunglasses shielded my eyes, their reflection catching the sunlight as I approached the grand cruise ship towering before me.

The "S.S. Euphoria" was a masterpiece of engineering and luxury. Its gleaming exterior shone like a beacon below the vivid sky, and the sheer size of the ship was enough to make me feel awe and also from the crowd gathered nearby. I straightened the cuffs of my blazer, adjusted my bow, and stepped forward.

As I neared the boarding area, I couldn't help but notice the people around me. The crowd was a mix of elites—business people in their suits, women in designer gowns that clung to their bodies, and celebrities whose faces I see on the covers of magazines. Among them, one figure stood out: Harry Piles.