Emma

Ian was waiting at the door to my suite. “Miss North.”

“Not for long,” I replied with an anxious smile.

He lifted his arm. “If you don’t mind me saying so, miss, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Ian.”

“May I escort you?”

I hesitated at the threshold. “Aren’t we forgetting the blindfold?”

“No, miss. Mr. Ramses said that since soon this will be your home, it’s time you saw ...