AMY POV

The ship was bigger than I expected.

I stood at the edge of the dock, staring up at it, Antonio's hand warm around mine as Carlos directed the loading of bags behind us. White and gleaming under the afternoon sun, multiple decks stacked one above the other, the kind of vessel that probably cost more than most people earned in several lifetimes combined. I'd seen pictures of yachts like this before, scrolling through magazines as a much younger version of myself who never imagined actually stepping foot on one.

"You're staring." Antonio said, amusement coloring his voice.

"It's a lot." I admitted. "I keep forgetting how much money...