(Olivia's POV)

Arthur docked the sleek speedboat with practiced ease and jumped off gracefully, holding a stunning bouquet of white moonflowers in his hands.

The delicate petals seemed to glow in the afternoon sunlight as he strode toward me with his naturally graceful figure and that warm, familiar smile on his handsome face.

His arrival was like a beacon of light cutting through the disappointment and uncertainty I had been feeling all ...