Thomas Hill was utterly drunk from a cocktail prepared by Stella Noah Jackson...
She had someone send him to the guest room on the cruise ship, while she quietly leaned against the railing on the deck, feeling the breeze and sipping her drink.
She was eighteen now; she could drink, she could indulge recklessly.
All those things she had anticipated before could come true!
Yet... she couldn't find happiness.
.........
A piece of clothing was draped over her shoulders.
"Miss Olivia, the wind is getting strong, you should head inside!"
It was Ice's voice.
"What time is it now?" Stella looked at him and asked.
"It's 11:33 PM." The bodyguard glanced at his wristwatch.
"Let's wait a while longer..." She turned her head, looking towards the shore.
Even though she knew he wouldn't come again, her heart clung to something indescribable...
Ice said no more, standing silently beside her.
Time passed minute by minute.
11:50... 51... 52...
