CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR – YOU DON’T STAND A CHANCE

"Irina," Rebecca started, "I-" "Save it," Irina snapped. "I saw you with Luca. Do you really think you have a chance with him? You're nothing but a charity case, a little project he'll forget about as soon as we dock." Rebecca felt anger bubbling up inside her, replacing the guilt and confusion. "You don't know anything about me, or about my relationship with Luca." Irina laughed, a cold, brittle sound. "Relationship? Oh, you poor, deluded girl. Let me make this perfectly clear: Luca belongs to me. Whatever little fantasy you've been entertaining ends now." Before Rebecca could respond, they were interrupted by the sound of the ship's horn. In the distance, lights began to appear on the horizon - Livorno was in sight. Irina's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Looks like our little voyage is coming to an end. Enjoy your last few hours of pretending to be something you're not, Rebecca. Reality is waiting for you on shore." With that, she turned on her heel and sauntered back towards