Lynne was practically seething at the send off. "You fucking prick," she muttered to herself as she turned on one heel and walked off into the crowd. Already, angry tears were brimming in her eyes. So much for partying tonight; Lynne was going to hole herself up in her room for another day or so, at least.
Way to waste your vacation, Lynne, she thought fleetingly before leaving the room entirely. At least the cruise was free. It'd be worth wasting if it meant never running into Matthew again.