Evelyn
"Whoa, is this yours?" I asked, my eyes locked onto the sleek motor yacht resting gracefully at the marina. It was beautiful. Having ventured on numerous yacht tours due to my father's unwavering affection for coastal areas, I thought I had seen it all. But this vessel was a real beauty.
"No, it's not mine. If you want to see mine, you'll have to accompany me to Italy," he replied, his fingers intertwining with mine as he guided me aboard, "However, for tonight, it belongs to us. I've arranged for its booking."
"Wow, it's absolutely stunning," I marveled, stepping inside, "I've never come across anything quite this beautiful."
"Hey, my yachts are even better," he chuckled, walking towards the bridge, "This was the closest match I could find here."
"Sure thing," I ro
