Sienna wasn't truly anxious. Not at all.
She was merely… exceptionally alert. Intensely aware. The adrenaline surged through her, especially with the possibility that Jack Carter might drop another unexpected engagement tidbit into their chat at any moment.
They were preparing for the rehearsal dinner, which was arranged on a cliffside terrace boasting a view so enchanting it could make even a statue weep. Everyone had been instructed to dress “island formal,” which evidently meant linen, silk, and that effortless elegance that no one manages to achieve without assistance from a stylist.
Naturally, Jack looked as if he had just stepped out of a summer cologne advertisement. His white shirt was rolled at the sleeves, collar unbuttoned, and his tan radiated confidence.
“You look…” He pau
