Her jaw dropped as she looked at him, then back at the floating palace before her. "You brought me to a yacht?" she exclaimed in disbelief.
"You didn't really think I'd let our honeymoon pass without a little magic, did you?"
Still dazed, Anne let him guide her up the teak steps. The moment she stepped onto the deck, her awe deepened. Everything around her screamed luxury—crisp white linen canopies fluttered softly overhead, sheltering sunbeds with oversized cushions. A circular seating area wrapped around a marble table where fresh fruit, macarons, and chilled champagne awaited.
She wandered further, taking in the details with her wide eyes: the infinity plunge pool at the edge of the main deck, the sweeping staircase that led to an upper level, and the cabin interior visible through sliding glass doors.
"Augustine… this is insane," she breathed. "It's like a floating five-star hotel."
