CHAPTER FIFTY ONE – TRYING TO ADJUST TO THE NEW NORMAL

The cocktail party was in full swing when Rebecca arrived at the yacht's main salon. Guests mingled, their laughter and chatter mixing with the soft jazz playing in the background. "Rebecca!" Sophia's voice cut through the noise. "There you are! I was beginning to think you'd jumped ship." Rebecca managed a weak smile. "Just running a bit late. How's the party?" Sophia lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Dull as dishwater until you showed up. Come on, let's liven things up a bit." As Sophia led her to the bar, Rebecca caught sight of Luca and Irina holding court in the center of the room. Luca looked dashing in a tailored suit, while Irina draped herself over him in a slinky red dress. "Two mojitos, please," Sophia ordered, before turning back to Rebecca. "So, spill. What's got you looking like someone stole your puppy?" Rebecca sighed, accepting the drink. "It's nothing. I'm just... adjusting, I guess." Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Adjusting to what? The lap of luxury? Or to wat