~LAUREN POV~

The sea breeze tangled through my hair as I brushed a few strands away from my face, trying to focus on anything but the chaos around me.

My gaze drifted toward Alexandro, who stood talking to the captain with his typical air of authority.

But my attention snapped back to Rosette and Patrick.

She was leaning into him, her lips dangerously close to his, the two of them putting on a show as if they were in some private moment rather than on the deck of a yacht.

A sick feeling churned in my stomach. How had today twisted so quickly from promising to unbearable? I should’ve stayed...