We told everyone we were in a suite

My girlfriend and I booked the cheapest interior cabin on the ship. At the first formal dinner, someone at our assigned table asked where our cabin was. Before I could answer, my girlfriend said 'Oh we are in one of the suites on Deck 14' with a completely straight face. I nearly choked on my bread roll. The table was impressed. We maintained this fiction for the entire seven-day cruise. When people asked about the suite we invented increasingly elaborate details — the jacuzzi tub, the separate living room, the butler who brought us champagne. None of it was real. Our cabin was 165 square feet of interior darkness. We loved every second of the deception. On the last night someone invited us for drinks 'in your suite' and we had to claim we had already packed everything. Close call.