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Gemma Del Mare

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For 4 years Noemi Swann has been searching for answers about her past which then leads her to boarding one of the most luxurious cruise ships, The Gemma Del Mare. What happens when she digs too deep and then finds herself engulfed in the secrets of the ship as well as imprisoned in the heart of the man in charge, Kane Anastasio?

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Chapter 1. Introductions
I’m on a mission. A mission that requires me to board the most luxurious cruise ship known to man, The Gemma Del Mare, which is loosely translated to The Sea’s Gem in Italian. The ship is owned by a young billionaire named Kane Anastasio. But behind the walls of elegance, beauty, and luxury the boat is a cover… and the man is a criminal. My name is Noemi Swann. I’m no Italian billionaire. Although I grew up in the United States, I was born in France. We were poor moving around home to home, and then I was an orphan. A story that has led me to where I stand now. On the deck of this luxurious cruise, now in my cabin, with a man introducing me to my new home. He says his name is Raphael Dion and he is in charge of helping all of the new workers on the ship get settled. I’m a new worker, a chef, at an expensive restaurant on board named Vitalia. I guess Anastasio isn’t the only one with a cover. Raphael looked like a young man around my age, another worker. I would guess he was around 5’9 maybe 5’10 and he had Dark hair and fair skin. Similar to my physical appearance in a way. I had similar hair to his, although much longer. My hair was a dark chocolate color and fell down to my hips. My eyes were an icy blue color, yet gray and crystal clear at the same time. I guess it just depends on the day. Sometimes they appear more cold and icy while on other days, more gray and cloudy. Below my eyes I had freckles running across the bridge of my nose and sitting on top of my tan skin. I was dressed in a white and navy blue, striped blouse that was tucked into a high waisted, burgundy skirt that flowed out which was paired with tall, ankle strapped, platforms. With me, it's not often you will find my feet without a pair. Anyways, Raphael was showing me around my cabin. “Here on The Gemma Del Mare we make sure everyone is happy, and that includes the workers”, he says. The room was beautiful, without a doubt. It was small, yet very contemporary. As you entered, you were in a small hall with a door to the left, leading to the bathroom I assumed, and a coffee station to the right of the door. Then as you walked out of the small hall there was a larger space with a queen bed and a glass wall with the view of the sea. In front of the bed was a modern T.V. and a small round table in the corner of the room, next to the glass wall. Then to the left of the bed was a night stand with a built-in lamp and two sliding, glass doors that lead to a closet with built in lights hanging over the shelves and the poles, where the clothes would hang. One outfit hung in the closet, and the rest of the hangers were empty. The outfit was my uniform for the restaurant I now work at. It was a black chef outfit, fitted perfectly to my body. Very clean and simple looking, but modern. Very much like the rest of the ship. I closed the doors to the closet and then Raphael gave me a large packet. “This has all the rules for the workers of this ship, along with your personal schedule.” Raphael had a high and friendly voice, not at all like his appearance. You would imagine a deep husky voice based on his sharp jawline, dark chocolate middle parted hair, and muscular build. But no, he sounded nothing like this at all. He had a kind and gentle tone to his voice. “Thank You”, I replied to him. He then left to allow me to get settled. In any other circumstance, I would have been going crazy for this opportunity. My mom always dreamed of being a chef with her own restaurant. I had the same dream at one point. I was going to name it after her, Madeleine. We would bake all the pastries and desserts she made for me as a child and serve them for others to try. But then she died, my mother died. My papa was the complete opposite of my maman. A little more like me, I was always told. He was stubborn, disobedient, yet driven. Once his mind was set on something he would not let go until he got it and once he got it he held on tight. My mother was what his mind was set to. He loved her very much, as did I. My dad left me alongside my mother, in the car accident. Only it wasn’t one. It wasn’t an accident. I had a new dream now, to avenge them. That's why I’m here and that's why I can’t focus on how incredible this opportunity is, and how beautiful this ship is. I have bigger things in mind, bigger things to do. And as much as I have always dreamed of, I can’t focus on the little things. My mother is different. She was selfless and had a big heart. She would tell me otherwise, that my stubborn self should focus on the little things. Falling in love, making friends, creating memories. I’m sorry maman, I can’t. I have hate and vengeance driving me now. I need to find the man who took you and papa away. Until then, I’m sorry. I then opened the packet I was given. It said that I had to be at the restaurant at 6, and it would open at 7. That means I had an hour to unpack and then get ready, which was plenty of time. 1 hour later I was headed to the restaurant. It was busy in the kitchen and everyone was moving very quickly. I was confused as to what to do since I kind of just skimmed over the packet and read what I thought was important, oops. Then suddenly, one lady raised her voice across the kitchen asking for everyone’s attention. The kitchen froze, everyone’s gaze turned to her, and it all went silent. “For those who are new, my name is Adelene Guerry and I am the head chef of this restaurant.” She had dirty blonde hair, small hazel eyes, and appeared to be maybe late 40s or early 50s. I then had someone whisper in my ear, “or as I like to call her, Bitc-” before he could finish his sentence a girl with a Scottish accent interfered and not-so-kindly told him to shut up. You could clearly hear that she didn’t like him through the annoyed and sassy tone she was speaking through. “Is he bothering you? Ajax can be a bit crabbit sometimes.” Besides the Scottish accent she was very tall and had thick curly red hair in a ponytail. Her eyes were the color of a deep blue, stormy ocean and she had very fair and clear skin. You could tell she had no makeup on and yet, still, she appeared flawless. “Crabbit?”, I asked her. She told me that ‘Crabbit’ was Scottish slang for bad tempered. “My name is India Bianchi”, she told me. The rest of the night we talked and she helped me around the kitchen. She has been here a year longer than I have so she introduced me to everyone and helped me get settled a bit on my first day. She also invited me to have breakfast with her and her friend tomorrow morning and show me around the cruise a bit. I told her that I would think about it and she gave me her number in case I would rethink my decision. My shift ended around 10:30 PM which means I would be back at my cabin around 11ish every night which wasn’t a problem for me because I had the whole morning to myself. First thing I did as I got back to my cabin was wash my face and step into the shower. The bathroom wasn’t as small as I expected but I wasn’t complaining. It was very simple and it included a nice bath, a shower, a small closet, sink, and, of course, toilet. Naturally, it was all very modern looking. It had dark wenge wood and glass accented across the cabin, including the bathroom, with white as an overall base. Similar to a rustic contemporary aesthetic, yet it still fabricated a generally cozy feel. I then slowly began to undress and stepped into the shower. The water soaked up my thick hair and my salty tears ran down my face in sync with the water that ran down my body. Once again my mindset was stuck in the past, but then again, when wasn’t it? The day I found out my parent’s car accident was planned, was not the same day it happened. It took 2 years for me to find out the veracity the cops hid from me. They told me it was an accident, only to find out that it was all a lie. It was a cover for the truth.

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