Morris's POV
Isobel had been quietly shipped overseas.
Yolanda only figured out what went down after Isobel was already long gone.
She was pissed and came charging over to give me hell.
At that moment, I was lounging in Ana's office, watching her coordinate with the moving crew for tomorrow's big relocation.
My elbow was resting on the sofa's arm, and honestly, I couldn't stop staring at her while she worked.
There's something magnetic about people when they're completely absorbed in what they're doing.
God, Ana's practically radiant right now.
The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting this warm golden glow around her.
How is it even possible for someone to be this stunning?
It's like even the sunlight's trying to compete with her beauty.
Every piece of her hair might as well be tied around my heartstrings.
Ana was too caught up in her tasks to catch my lovesick stare.
