Chapter 198

Isla’s POV

The afternoon sun was leaning heavy against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the estate, casting long, honey-colored rectangles across the rug.

For the past three days, my life had felt like a carefully staged collection of “candid” moments.

If you looked at Graham’s phone right now, you’d see a digital trail of a romance that looked effortless because we'd spent the last several days bu