REMY’S POV.

The auditorium was buzzing with proud families, eager graduates, and the hum of constant applause. But my focus was singular. Isla.

She moved across the stage with an effortless grace, her head held high, that signature confidence radiating from her. Her black gown swayed slightly as she walked, and when the dean handed her the diploma, she gave a quick nod of thanks before turning to the crowd.

She searched for her people, her gaze scanning the audience, and then her eyes ...