REMY'S POV.

"Ms Maynard is here," the housekeeper, informed me as she passed by, her voice calm as usual. I didn’t react immediately, but when I turned my head toward the entrance, my gaze froze.

She walked in.

Isla.

The loose golden dress she wore caught the light just enough to make her glow. It clung to her in all the right places but flowed freely where it didn’t, giving her a soft, effortless elegance.

My eyes burned into every inch of exposed skin the fabric left uncovered, ...