A Voyage of A Lifetime
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Chapter 1
"I can't wait to relax," groaned Gabriella, as she slumped into the waiting taxi that her and her mother were getting from the airport to the ship. "The last few weeks in the office have been hell!"
Gabriella was a reporter for a very well known high class New York Magazine called The New York Press. Although she was fairly inexperienced and not particularly well known, her boss definitely was, and if there was even the smallest discrepancy in any story, Gabriella suffered hell for it.
Now she could finally unwind, off on her way to a relaxing cruise around the Caribbean on board the Oceana. She had never been to the Caribbean before and the laid back atmosphere would be a welcome change from the hustle and bustle of life in New York City. Her job sometimes drove her up the wall but she loved it and this cruise would be her time to relax and recuperate.
"Well at least you can relax for the next 4 weeks," smiled her mother.
"Not even close - the bitch wants me to document my every move for next month's addition of the travel magazine."
"Well I keep telling you hunny, Chanel is a demon and you should quit and come home. Work for Reggie at the Albuquerque Post," said her mother, who turned round in time to see her daughter mouthing everything she had said word for word.
"Are you mocking me?" asked her mother with her hands on her hips.
"Who me?" asked Gabriella, a picture of innocence.
As Gabriella and her mother stepped out of the taxi, Gabriella was in awe of the ship that was towering over them in the dock, the sea gently lapping at the bottom of the ship. They walked towards the gangplank, trailing their suitcases behind them.
Gabriella pushed open the door to her cabin and her body relaxed in relief as she spotted the plush double bed situated in the centre of the room. Closing the door, she left her suitcase, toed of her shoes and sank onto the bed.
After a well needed rest, Gabriella changed from her travel clothes into some light denim shorts, a black tank top with a white floaty tank top over the top with the words 'Where Words Fail Music Speaks' and black strappy wedges. She headed up to the Sun deck and leant against the railings as the ship pulled out of the harbour.
This was going to be the best holiday ever. The sun, the ship, and TROY. Wait what was he doing here? "Great, my best holiday just turned into my worst nightmare," thought Gabriella.
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Gabriella Somerfield