Third person POV
The mood was perfect. Scarlett had changed into a soft peach sundress, her skin still warm from the sun. Jasper had just excused himself to take a quick shower before dinner. The chefs were already in the kitchen, preparing a light evening meal.
Scarlett was laughing with one of the spa staff, signing off the treatment checklist, when she heard the distant hum of an engine. A car?
She turned toward the driveway, narrowing her eyes at the unfamiliar sound.
The front gate buzzed. The intercom on the side wall lit up, and one of the maids rushed to check. Seconds later, the maid returned, her eyes slightly wide.
“Ma’am,” she said nervously, “there’s someone asking for Mr. Carrington.”
“Who is it?” Scarlett asked, the calm in her voice already thinning.
“Miss… Cassie.”
