I headed upstairs and opened the first door I found.
A walk-in wardrobe.
The shelves were full. Not just stocked—stuffed.
Dresses, tops, sandals, a dozen different pairs of sunglasses.
All my sizes.
Every piece was something I'd actually wear.
I grabbed a pale green T-shirt from the rail and pulled on a pair of white trackies.
My hair was a mess from the flight, so I yanked it up into a bun, tied it tight, and checked my reflection.
Casual. Clean. Sort of... annoyingly cheerful.
Whatever. Everyone at the airport looked like they were auditioning for a beach holiday.
I could try blending in for once.
Downstairs, I walked straight up to Ashton, spun once, then turned back around. "Well?"
He stared for a second too long. "You look good."
Then he disapp
