ISLA’s POV
I scrutinized myself in the mirror, tilting my head slightly as I adjusted the delicate emerald gown I was wearing. The low neckline accentuated my collarbones, and the thigh slit added a daring edge I wasn’t entirely sure I could pull off. My jewelry—a diamond-shaped necklace and rose-shaped earrings—sparkled under the light. I clutched a small black clutch bag and slipped into a pair of heels, hoping I looked as elegant as Oliver might expect.
Taking a deep breath, I made my way downstairs, my heels clicking softly against the polished wooden steps. When I reached the landing, I saw Oliver standing at the edge of the stairs, his back turned to me as he spoke into his phone. His deep voice resonated through the space, his tone calm and commanding as always.
For a moment, I h
