From the moment you stepped back into the cabin, drinks in hand, you knew exactly what you were about to do. Damian was too relaxed, too comfortable. That simply wouldn’t do. And what better way to get a reaction than by preying on his greatest nemesis—forced social interaction with Disney adults?

You barely managed to suppress your grin as you shut the door behind you. Damian was sprawled out on the bed, reading, utterly unaware of the chaos you were about to unleash.

“You won’t believe what just happened,” you said, keeping your tone light, excited.

He didn’t look up immediately, just turned a page. “Hnn. Do I want to?”

“Yes!” You settled beside him, setting his drink on the nightstand like this was all perfectly casual. “I made cruise friends!”

His shoulders tensed. Now you had his attention.

“Explain.”

You took a leisurely sip of your drink, keeping your expression neutral. “I met this group while getting drinks. They’re traveling through Europe to visit every single Disneyland on the continent. Can you believe that? Anyway, I told them we’d hang out during the entire Rome trip!”

Silence.

Damian slowly—painfully slowly—set his book down. His fingers twitched like he was fighting the urge to strangle something.

“Leah.” His voice was eerily calm.

You pressed on. “They said Disneyland Paris is so much better than Disney World, and they have, like, spreadsheets ranking the rides. Oh! And they’re planning matching outfits, and—”

“No.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “No? But Damian, they’re so passionate about it! I think we should—”

“Leah.” He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose like this conversation alone was causing him physical pain. “You are my wife. The one person on this miserable planet who understands me. And yet, you would do this to me? On our honeymoon?”