~ ISLA ~
The drive to Long Beach Island was calm and quiet—the kind that made me oddly aware of every little thing and somehow breathe easier, free from the chaos of the city.
Alistair’s eyes stayed focused on the road the whole time, while I kept stealing glances at him every now and then.
How can this man be so perfect?
And take note—Alistair isn’t the kind of person who bends easily. He once sent his own sister abroad just to teach her a lesson, no matter how much Stacey pleaded.
But when Grandma made a request, he agreed without a second thought. I still couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but secretly wished this gentle day would never end.
By the time we reached the beach, the sky had turned a soft shade of blue, and the breeze carried the faint scent of salt and warm
