CHAPTER FIFTY THREE – A NEW RIVAL

"Beautiful night," he said softly, coming to stand beside her. Rebecca startled slightly, not having heard him approach. "Yes, it is," she agreed, trying to keep her voice neutral. They stood in silence for a few moments, the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull the only sound between them. Finally, Luca spoke. "Rebecca, I... I hope you're enjoying the trip. I know things haven't been exactly... smooth." Rebecca turned to look at him, struck by the conflicted expression on his face. "It's been an experience," she said carefully. "I'm grateful for the opportunity, truly." Luca's brow furrowed. "But?" "But," Rebecca continued, gathering her courage, "I can't help feeling like I don't belong here. Like I'm intruding on something." Luca reached out as if to touch her arm, then seemed to think better of it. "You're not intruding, Rebecca. I want you here. I-" "Luca?" Irina's voice cut through the night air like a knife. "Darling, where are you?" Rebecca watched as Luca's ex