THIRD PERSON POV
Charlotte pushed open the frosted glass door of the exclusive spa suite, her silk robe brushing against her thighs. The air smelled of jasmine and soft vanilla, the faint sound of water trickling from a fountain filling the otherwise quiet space.
Samantha, the only attendant scheduled for Charlotte’s “bridal pampering day,” was already waiting—white uniform perfectly pressed, her auburn hair tied back, eyes glimmering with a mischievous warmth.
“Miss Hayes,” Samantha greeted with a smile that lingered longer than polite. “Or should I say… future Mrs. Moretti?”
Charlotte’s lips curved. “Please, just Charlotte. That ‘Mrs. Moretti’ title still feels… surreal.” She untied her robe and laid it across the chair, the silk slipping to reveal smooth skin beneath her lace bralet
