The morning sun filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, but Izzy’s head felt heavy.
She hadn’t slept much.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same two scenes... Sienna slipping her panties into Dominic’s pocket, and Adrian’s lips brushing against hers in that silly, stupid dare.
She sighed and turned on her side. The resort was quiet now, most people already at breakfast or heading to the third-day workshops.
She didn’t feel like facing anyone, but she knew she couldn’t hide either.
So she got up, showered, and dressed simply... beige trousers, white blouse, and her hair tied back neatly. No red lipstick, no bold perfume. Just simple, calm, and clean.
Because today, she told herself, she wouldn’t let her emotions show.
Not after last night.
The conference hall buz
