The last day of the retreat… finally morning of and it came too quickly.
Sunlight spilled across the resort lawns, soft and golden, touching everything with warmth. The sound of luggage wheels echoed across the tiled floors as people packed up, ready to head back to the city.
Izzy stood by her window, zipping the last of her bag. The week had felt long... not because of work, but because of him.
Dominic Steele.
He had been everywhere…. in the meetings, the hallways, the dinners… but she had made sure to keep her distance. No glances. No smiles. No words.
And now it was the last day.
One last breakfast.
Then she could finally breathe again.
She took a long look at herself in the mirror before leaving. Her outfit was simple... a cream blouse tucked into light jeans, hair tied up
