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You’ve seen the movie, we all have — Rose and Jack, Titanic.
The sweeping love story set against the backdrop of the grandeur of the ill-fated ship has bewitched us for years. Little did I know, I was destined to live out my own version of that tale, on a majestic cruise liner under a starlit sky.
The evening was a vision, the deck transformed into a grand ballroom, twinking fairy lights strung all around, the cold sea breeze tantalizing, and the anticipation hanging heavy in the air.
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My dress for the night was inspired by none other than Rose herself — a sultry, floor-length burgundy gown that clung to my curves like a secret. Adorned with tiny beads and draped in lace, it left just enough to the imagination. My hair, piled high with loose curls escaping here and there, whispered tales of elegance.
Stepping onto the deck, I felt all eyes drawn to me, the dress, the ambiance, and the aura of the night making me irresistible. The…
