Agh. They're all so rich!
No - really, Mackenzie? A group of the most famous millionaires in the world are rich? You don't say.
I really shouldn't be surprised. But they all look so much like peacocks, gliding majestically over the polished floor, cocktails in hand. Maeve skims past me, her brown eyes wide. She glances at me and we share a grin of astonishment.
Okay. This is it. I've got to dive in there.
'Oh, Dr Morrison!' Thank goodness - a face I recognise.
'How're you finding the party?' He smiles and I find myself relaxing.
'It's a bit... Well, big, to tell the truth!' I glance around again at the people, all laughing and smiling. All beautiful. All rich. I feel like a duck amongst swans. It's not a nice feeling.
Dr Morrison laughs. 'Yes, I know what you mean. Well, I'd better be moving on - I need to speak to some of our sponsors. I'll introduce you if you like.'
Grateful for something to do, I follow him like a dog as he introduces me to person after person - 'This is Miss Rose, this is Wolfe. Good evening, Miss Lomas, I trust your cabin is satisfactory? And you must be Jane Merin! You've no idea how I've been looking forward to this.'
On and on it goes until I feel like a child who's been on the merry-go-round for two long - sick and disorientated. Thank goodness this is the only social of the trip - for the rest of the time I can pretend it's just me and the stars in the whole universe.
It's a nice thought.
But first I've got to get through tonight...