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We all but raced back to our rooms, all nervous energy and adrenaline. Amalia grabbed my hand tight, our fingers knit together, and we clutched our towels to our still wet bodies, giggling like school girls as we ran down the halls and fumbled with the door they’d shown us led to our room.
On the tour, we hadn’t gone into our room. It had been made to seem like some great surprise. Opening the door now, I could see why: while the entirety of the ship was stately, our room had to be a suite. It was beyond large, with amber wood floors and a large, plush white rug covering most of the floor. There was a single, circular bed, the mattress thick and plush, covered in black sheets and mountains of pillows. Large circular windows looked out onto the ocean and a sky studded by stars. Under the window there was a large, wooden desk, with two small packages on it, both wrapped in white paper with black satin bows.