The morning sunlight poured in through the massive windows of the villa, wrapping the breakfast table in a soft, lazy glow. Plates clinked, forks scraped against omelets, and a gentle breeze rustled the linen curtains. I was stirring my tea absentmindedly when Liam walked in.
He looked like sin, dressed in white shirt casually unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, and damp hair tousled from the shower. But that wasn’t what caught everyone’s attention.
It was the bracelet.
"Wait a minute," Sophia said, eyes narrowing. She leaned forward, squinting like she was solving a crime. "Is that... the bracelet from Gustavia? Emily, didn’t you buy that yesterday?"
I nearly dropped my spoon.
All eyes turned to me.
Across the table, Laura raised a perfectly sculpted
