Patricia

As I lay in the stillness of my dimly lit room, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to the enchanting evening. I was extremely shocked and surprised at Mr. Jordan’s actions today.

The memory played in my mind like a favourite old film. Despite my initial surprise, I had allowed myself to be swept away by Mr. Jordan and the unexpected connection between us. Mr. Jordan, known for his stern demeanour, had transformed into a graceful dancer, guiding me with surprising ease. It sounded crazy at first to dance without music, but it felt really nice.

I saw a side of him that I had never seen before—vulnerable, genuine, and deeply human. The lines of hierarchy blurred as we moved in harmony, lost in the dance and the conversation. I smiled just recollecting the entirety of today; I felt like a dignitary in the dress I wore; I enjoyed the company of Tony’s wife; and most of all, I enjoyed the company of Mr. Jordan.

I was stupefied when he asked me to join them on their trip to Seychelles, whic