Back on Deck 38, two figures entered a luxury suite. The first rushed in with a parade of flustered stomps. The second followed along with light feet and an unwavering half-smile.
"What would you like to request for dinner, Young Miss?"
With fingers nearly embedded in her purse, Aegri turned her head to throw a stabbing glance at her formal bodyguard. "At the moment I'm not feeling too hungry, Ayse."
"Very well, Young Miss," he replied with a cordial bow. "I'll ask again at a later time. Is there anything else I can get your you, Young Miss–"
"Stop with the Young Miss act already!"
Aegri stormed down the corridor and hung a right. She accelerated toward the master bedroom with her irate shout echoing through the suite.
K-thud…
She slammed the door the moment she was alone. Aegri pressed her back against it and slid down till her legs were pulled toward her chest. "Why does he have to be like that? Especially when we're alone in the suite."
