As I looked over at Britney, her eyes widened in surprise, her glass of wine nearly slipping from her fingers. She quickly composed herself, a soft blush spreading across her cheeks as she realized she'd been caught off guard.
"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was just... admiring the view."
Charlotte, noticing Britney's discomfort, turned to her with a warm smile. "Britney, you're not interrupting anything. We were just about to head up to the top deck for a little... privacy." She glanced at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Would you like to join us? It's a beautiful night for a... private moment."
Britney hesitated, her eyes darting between Charlotte and Valentina, then back to me. The shy girl in her seemed to be at war with the curious one, her curiosity piqued.
"I... I don't know," she said, her voice barely audible. "I wouldn't want to intrude."
