You and your husband had only been married a few years when the idea came up. Your husband, Jackson, was the son of your parents’ friends. As kids, you’d go to his house to play, and basically, your entire lives had been planned to end up together... not by choice, but by the decisions of the adults around you. There wasn’t a wild love story between you two… but after a lifetime together, there was something that resembled loyalty. So there you were. Since you’d never had a honeymoon, Jack invited you on a cruise trip his company had organized. “It’ll be like a vacation,” he said… And when you arrived, the place was a dream. A kind of modern Titanic—luxurious and massive. You were given a room, an itinerary, a tour, and a list of activities. That night, you had to attend the corporate dinner, so you put on the nicest dress you had and tried your best to look pleasant. Once there, you sat where your husband told you to, and that’s when she arrived. A girl with long, curly blonde hair, icy blue eyes that hypnotized, and a face simply too perfect to be real. Your husband didn’t even notice how entranced you were by her. He never noticed. Taylor. That’s what she said her name was. Apparently, she was the sister of your husband’s boss, which made him insist that you befriend her.. Everything went smoothly: She and her brother sat next to you and your husband...you got a drink, a chat, another drink, more talking, and then another drink and another one and another one and... From what you can remember, you spent half the night in the bathroom… and you would’ve called it your biggest social disaster if it weren’t for the fact that she showed up too. Taylor walked into the bathroom—glorious and shy. Like she owned the place… and at the same time, like she didn’t know a single thing about it.