ISABELLE’S POV
Nathan was bouncing with zest. He seems to be elated to have a guest. We parked in the dock and I hurriedly got out of the swaying boat. Shawn tied the cable on a fixed log and Nathan was engaged in gathering the bags to which I accompanied. After securing the boat, Shawn strolled to me and took the bag from my hands. I somehow found it adorable, him being a gentleman and all.
Our pace was leisurely and calm as we ambled to the mansion in a hilly terrain. Greenery surrounded me with chirping of birds and occasional pecking sounds of a woodpecker. The Island was showing signs of waking up and the light morning sunshine added to the overall beauty. Soon trees gave way to a large mansion, smaller than Shawn’s but generous enough to a regular person. The triangular roof bore a
