Morgan had been pleasantly surprised when she'd gotten on board the ship and realized what a small passenger list there was. And that the rules for staff interaction were so lax - she'd been expecting to sleep in a cabin shared with two or three other staff members, eating in the ship kitchens and forbidden to mingle with the guests. It was a price she'd been willing to pay for traveling under the radar to Bermuda, but to find that they had use of the ship's amenities during their downtime as well as the surprisingly luxurious accommodations had been an unexpected pleasure.
The spa officially opened tomorrow, so Morgan had spent the day rigging her room to her liking - little tricks she'd learned here and there that would tell her if anyone had been rummaging around in her room while she was out. She'd unpacked, stowed her valuables in a little hidey-hole she'd devised, and spent much of the day (after her shift helping set up the spa was over) exploring the ship, learning the ins, outs, and secrets of the big cruise liner.
Eventually, it came time to dress for dinner and she returned to her cabin to do just that. She kept things simple - a slinky knee-length dress in deep purple, some gold earrings, and hair left down in big, loose curls. Putting the finishing touches on her makeup, she made it down to Circean Delight in time to catch the end of the captain's speech. Snagging herself a drink, she clapped along with the rest of the diners and glanced around for a table.