I chuckle, then grab the ointment off the vanity. I unwind the plastic wrap from her neck, then add the cream. I rewrap her neck with plastic, asking, "Ready for sunshine?"
"Yes. And thank you," she says, smiling.
My heart beats faster. "Anytime." I grab her hand and lead her throughthe ship. We get to the deck and lie on a double lounger by the pool, overlooking the water.
"Pinch me," she says.
I reach over and pinch her.
She yelps and then laughs.
"Your Majesties," one of the deckhands interjects, bowing.
"Hello, Matteo," I reply.
He rises and focuses on Fiona, declaring, "It's an honor to meet you, ma'am."
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you," she replies.
He asks, "May I get either of you a drink or something to eat?"
Fiona glances at me. "I'm suddenly super hungry."
I grin. "Don't worry. We have lots of meat here for you."
Her cheeks turn red, and she laughs then glances around. She asks, "Is it breakfast or lunchtime?"
Matteo grins. "Whatever you wish, Your Majesty."
"Please. Call me Fiona." She turns toward me. "People can call me by my name, right?"
I nod. "If you wish."
She grins and addresses Matteo. "Then please, call me Fiona."
"Yes, ma'am. Er...Miss Fiona," he replies, shifting on his feet.
She asks, "Can you tell me what time it is?"
"It's a little past noon."
"So lunch..." She scrunches her face.
"Or brunch," I suggest.
She grins. "Yes! Brunch is always better!"
"Is there anything special you want?" Matteo questions.
She peers at him. "What are my choices?"
He relays, "The chef will make anything you want, but we have fresh branzino that's delicious."
She chirps, "Sea bass, right?"
"Correct."
"Sounds delicious. Can I get a mimosa with it?"