The resort was truly extravagant.
I mean, we’re talking four swimming pools and golden hand towels completely absurd. Sienna entered the open-air lobby, doing her best not to appear as if she had just emerged from a budget rideshare into a fashion magazine photoshoot.
Jack, naturally, looked as if he belonged there. He strolled in as though he had spent his entire life vacationing on private islands. He tipped the concierge, thanked the bellhop in fluent Spanish, and effortlessly wrapped his arm around Sienna’s waist as if they were just returning from a romantic honeymoon.
“Smile,” he whispered. “We’re under observation.”
Sienna glanced over and, sure enough, across the marble fountain, Kaylee was peeking out from behind a monstera leaf, pretending to admire a sculpture.
Sienna flash
