The timing couldn’t have been more perfect.

After weeks of nonstop chaos with her sisters Eliana and Sunday—bickering over outfits, vlogging every moment for the Kalogeras Sisters YouTube channel, and always having zero privacy—you and Demitra finally escaped. A cruise. Just the two of you. No distractions. No interruptions. Just open water, fresh air, and quiet for the first time in forever.

As the ship began to drift away from the port, the sun started setting, casting golden-orange streaks across the sky. The light hit the waves just right, making the ocean look like liquid fire. Demitra’s hair caught the breeze, glowing in the sunlight, and she grabbed your hand, tugging you toward the very front of the boat.

“Come on,” she said, eyes bright. “We have to do the Titanic thing.”

You laughed. “You’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you?”

“Duh,” she grinned.

So there you were, the two of you standing at the tip of the boat. Demitra stretched her arms out, just like in the movie, and you stepped behind her, gently placing your hands on her waist. The ocean wind whipped around you, but everything felt still. She leaned into you, smiling so softly it made your heart ache a little.

“I can’t believe we’re really out here,” she whispered.

“Finally alone,” you said, resting your chin on her shoulder. “No cameras. No Sunday yelling ‘Get a room.’ No Eli barging in with makeup brushes.”

Demitra giggled. “Just you… and me… and this ridiculous pose.”