Love Far Away: 2 by Cooper Leslie

Author:Cooper, Leslie [Cooper, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-09-17T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

We boarded the Dolce Far Niente the next day at sunset, after saying goodbye to France and Monaco. We showed our passports to a crew member, who checked them against the passenger manifest and then pulled back a velvet rope to let us up the gangplank.

The yacht had been completely cleaned up from the previous day when we’d attended the party. Instead of a packed deck, only a few people lounged about. A crew member showed us to our room on the third level and told us where to find the dining room, where dinner would be served an hour after we set sail.

“This is it?” asked Ashley, looking around. “This is like a ten million dollar yacht. This cubbyhole is the best they can do?”

It was bigger than a cubbyhole, but not by much. Two bunks were against each wall, like the kind you would find in a college dorm or summer camp. True, they were made of shiny wood and the sheets felt soft and silky when I touched them, but they were still bunk beds. There was a door that led to our bathroom, and a small sink and vanity along with a mahogany chair in one corner. There were no luxuries like those found in the bigger staterooms on board- no table or chairs, no closet, no bathtub (let alone Jacuzzi).

“Well, Sébastien did say that it was not a luxurious room,” I reminded her. “That’s why it was free the day before the boat was scheduled to leave. Besides, a free trip to Rome is better than no trip to Rome, right?”

“You’re right,” admitted Ashley. “Still. I call dibs on the lower bunk.”

“Where are we supposed to put our suitcases?” Megan wondered, looking around. “I mean, besides just heaping them in the middle of the room?”

We spent a few minutes trying to shove suitcases under the bed, but our bags were so full that they wouldn’t fit. We decided they would indeed have to go on our beds during the day and sit in the middle of the cabin while we slept.

“It’s okay, guys,” Becca tried to reassure us. “How much time will we be spending in here, anyway? The boat docks in Rome when, tomorrow afternoon? We’ll get dressed, go to dinner, maybe come back and change, check out whatever party is going on tonight, sleep here for a while, get up and then we can hang out on the deck until we get to Rome. It’s not like we’ll be hanging around in here.”

“I hope Italians like the unwashed look,” Ashley grumbled. “Because I don’t think there is room for the four of us to shower and get dressed tomorrow morning. This isn’t how I was planning on making my Italian debut.”

“Really?” I asked her. “Cruising up on a private yacht isn’t how you were imagining arriving in Italy?”

Ashley paused. “Weell....”

“Just don’t drink too much,” said Megan. “You’ll be fine tomorrow!”

“I thought the point of travelling to Rome by yacht instead of flying or taking the train was so that we could drink a lot,” Ashley grumbled.

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