You think about it

The rest of the flight passes in a bit of a blur. Every time Beatrice walks past your cabin, her eyes linger just a second too long, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. You don't take your grandfather's bet as the whole "royal privilege" thing still feels a bit too strange to abuse.

Howeve, you do make sure to give her a warm, genuine goodbye when the plane finally touches down in Jamaica.

From the airport, the transition is seamless. True to your grandfather's word, a private escort bypasses the usual port chaos and leads your family directly onto a sleek, white ferry flying a deep blue and gold flag.

The one-hour boat ride across the glittering Caribbean Sea is breathtaking. The turquoise water churns into a white wake behind you, and before you know it, a lush, emerald jewel rises from the horizon.