The casino on the ship was buzzing with people and background noises. She sat at a stool next to the roulette wheel and watched the wheel spin. The ball rolled around the track and dropped into a slot on the wheel as it slowed.
"23 black!" the croupier yelled as the wheel came to a halt.
"Ohhh, that's mine! I won!" Selena yelled excitedly, a grin breaking out on her face. The croupier checked her number and pushed a pile of chips in front of her. Selena smiled at the attractive croupier and mouthed the words 'Thank You' at her.
"You're most welcome" came the croupier's reply. Selena gathered up the chips and took them over to a booth near the wall. She gazed out the windows into the darkness for a brief moment before counting the chips on the table before her. She had just won $2300, not bad for only her third gamble. She motioned to the waitress as she passed the table.
"A bottle of Dom Perignon for one, thanks."
"Certainly Ma'am, I'll bring it right over" came the waitress smiling reply.
Selena sat for a moment and mused over her day. She had swum in the morning, had a fine breakfast by the pool and generally lazed the day away by reading and soaking up the warm sun. Her tan was golden brown and she felt revived and rested. The ship was due in Honolulu early the next morning and she was disembarking to catch a flight to LA later that day. This would be her last night onboard and she was feeling a little saddened by that fact. She didn't feel like going dancing and the concert in the main lounge didn't appeal to her either. She felt at a loss, she didn't know what to do and so she decided to have a bottle of champagne and retire to her cabin early for a good nights sleep. The waitress appeared and delivered the chilled champagne and a single crystal flute to the table.
"Would you like anything else to go with it?" the waitress kindly asked.
"No thank you," was her reply, as she stared into the space outside the window.
"Very well, Ma'am, enjoy your champagne." the waitress left her at the table and she poured herself a glass. She raised the glass silently to her reflection in the window and the reflection smiled a strained smile back. The fine champagne felt cool and crisp on her tongue as she slowly sipped it.
She reflected over the journey, the fun she had had, the night spent playing pool, dancing and lovemaking with Clay. She had no regrets there, just a twinge of sadness that she would be leaving tomorrow. Her life of leisure would soon be over and in two weeks she would start her PA job at DataWest.
She thought of her father, hoping that she could make him see that she was a lot more than just his little girl. He always indulged her every whim and she felt like she was the spoilt little rich girl. She had never gone wanting for anything and her life had been fairly easy for her. The lat six years had taken some adjustment after her mother had died, but she thought that she had gotten through it okay.
She shuddered at the thought, recalling the awful day and that fateful telephone call. She pushed the thought out of her mind and tried to think of other things, but it lingered there, not wanting to go just yet. A tear welled up in her eyes and she swallowed hard.
"Not here." she whispered forcefully to herself and sipped the champagne. She got up and picked up the bottle and the glass and headed for the deck. A walk might help remove the melancholy she was feeling. If that didn't work, she'd get a bottle of vodka and drink herself into oblivion, just as she had done in her early days.
The night air was warm, a slight salty tang was on her lips as she strolled towards the stern. She wandered along, lost in her thoughts. A few people were out on the deck, enjoying the night air. She smiled a gentle smile as a couple passed her, arm in arm, lost in their little world. She approached the railing at the stern and gazed down into the boiling sea , the white foam whipped up by the ships mighty propellers.
She stood there for several moments, gazing out across the flat ocean, lost in her thoughts. A feminine voice broke through her reverie and took her by surprise.
"Do you have a light?" the woman at her side asked her again. "I left mine in my cabin."
Selena reached into her small bag and pulled out a gold lighter and passed it to the woman. She looked into her face and saw a warm friendly smile there. She was very attractive, not quite as tall as Selena, but very well featured and proportioned.
"Hi," she spoke with a faint american accent "I'm Katherine, but call me Kath."
Selena extended her hand and grinned.
"Hi, I'm Selena, nice to meet you Kath."
Kath lit her cigarette and exhaled. She gazed out to sea the turned to Selena and spoke.
"What's a lovely girl like you doing walking the decks? Why aren't you in the lounge dancing with the guys and breaking their hearts?"
Selena smiled a rueful smile and looked into Kath's deep brown eyes.
"Tonight's my last night on the ship, and I feel a little blue. I've done the dancing and the drinking, but it's my heart that always ends up broken. I've met some nice guys here, but not that special one. I'm beginning to wonder if he exists anymore, I never seem to be able to find him. He always seems out of reach, or not what he seems to be."
Kath looked into Selena's eyes and smiled at her.
"Maybe he's not what you need anymore. Could it be, you're looking in the wrong places, for the wrong thing?" she flashed Selena a quick grin and threw her cigarette out over the railing.
Selena smiled back at her, puzzled at her words. She liked this lady and was taken by the fact that she was so forthright and outspoken.