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Dinner continued without a hitch.  People ate and chatted and grew a bit closer.  Was it because they already knew their partner was likely forever and so made them more forward?  Perhaps.  Or was it true chemistry between folk?  What did it matter?  All that came from the dinner were smiles and promises and excitement.  At 7:05 the band quieted once again.  Onto the stage came Vance.  A small round of applause started and then subsided when he raised his hand.

“Thank you.  I hope the meal has been satisfactory for everyone.  My wife, Amelia,” he paused as a slender woman with dark hair tied up in an intricate bun on her head walked onto the stage.  She was dressed in a lovely green dress which complimented her features. He wrapped an arm about her waist and she rested a hand against his chest as she leaned close.  “And I would like to thank you all for coming this evening.  I met Amelia through TAP you know.  And here we are, 15 years strong.  I pray and hope that you all get to experience the same joy that I have.  No.  I guarantee you will.”  His beaming smile flashed beneath the lights.  Amelia smiled in quiet complacency

“Before you leave your tables you will be met by your vacation supervisor.  They are here to ensure you have a fantastic experience together.  They will hand out the agendas and prepare you for the next step on your journey to true love.  Do not be afraid to ask questions or request anything from them.”

He placed the microphone back into its stand.  He gave a small wave to the crowd before dipping Amelia and giving her the kiss of a lifetime.  There was applause and the pair walked off the stage, engrossed only in each other.  After a few moments a tall, muscular woman approached the table.  Her dirty blonde hair was done in braided pigtails and she wore a form-fitting, pin-stripe suit that seemed like it would break beneath the pure pressure of her musculature.  She could likely bench half of the table without breaking a sweat.

“Good evening!” she chimed in a soft, inviting voice that did not quite match her frame.  “We are all a team here.  You and me and all of us together.  Anything you are needing I am here to provide.”  Her accent hinted perhaps a Swedish heritage, but she sounded American enough that it was questionable.  “After you all are to sleep this evening, we will be boarding a cruise ship to take us to the Royal Pearl Isles.  There are a series of islands here that we will visit for a short while before going onto our next destination.”  The woman began to hand out little leaflets to each couple which discussed all that could be found for fun aboard the cruise ship as well as facts about Royal Pearl Isles.

“A little about me,” she said, pressing a hand against her chest.  “I met my husband through TAP.  He is there,” she gestured to a shorter, thin man who was talking to a nearby table.  “And we have been so happy since.  My life has been bettered through him.  He gives me calm and grounding while I provide a drive to move forward.  A perfect match.  And I desired no more than to give that to others and I now have a job here, through the company.  It is a dream come true!”  Her bright blue eyes filled with tears as she appeared to remember some things.  She shook her head, blonde braids bobbing with the movement.  “So sorry.  Unprofessional.  Questions for me?”

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