Camilla's POV
"Perhaps we should change first?" Malakai suggested, and I agreed.
Inside the cabin, I couldn’t help staring around in awe. The space felt impossibly cozy, and even more beautiful than it looked from the outside. I couldn’t fathom why anyone would trade such a haven for the noise of a bustling town.
The chefs were gone, the silence making the place feel more intimate.
Malakai led me into one of the rooms, where he handed me a shirt from the wardrobe. It fit perfectly.
Most of the clothes in there seemed to be my size, and I couldn’t stop wondering how he’d managed all these in such short notice.
The cabin, the personal touches, the feeling that every detail had been thought of for me, made butterflies riot in my belly.
"I didn’t think we’d be needing swimwear so soon
