Hours passed wrapped in music and laughter, as if the ritual had never happened.
Champagne glasses filled endlessly, and the atmosphere shimmered with a decadent gold that enveloped the entire yacht.
Warm lights hung from the masts, reflecting on the sea's surface like a thousand dancing fireflies. The air smelled of expensive perfume, spilled wine and salt, mixed with something else... something metallic, barely perceptible.
The three girls—now more comfortable in this enveloping atmosphere—began to loosen up, laughing with a lightness that only wine could give.
Ashley, the most animated, no longer walked: she floated. Her clear laughter rose above the music as Thiago guided her across the improvised dance floor. Their bodies moved to the rhythm of a slow, sensual melody, so close that their touch seemed like a confession.
"Thiago!" she exclaimed between laughs, stumbling when he twirled her.
