The car rolled smoothly into the vast compound, where a vibrant water fountain stood at the center, crowned with a statue of a woman draped in a flowing veil.
Isla’s eyebrows arched as her gaze flitted from the lush, colorful garden to the fountain, and then to the grand mansion. Her eyes couldn’t settle on a single detail; the sheer magnificence of it all was overwhelming.
It was, without a doubt, the most stunning house she had ever seen.
As the car's engine quieted, Jaxon unfastened his seatbelt with one hand. He glanced at Isla and noticed she was completely engrossed, her eyes fixed on the view outside the window.
With a sigh, he opened his door. “Are you coming?” he asked, stepping out, his words breaking her trance.
“Oh… yes, yes,” she stammered, quickly snapping out of her thoughts. She grabbed her bag tightly, opened the door, and stepped out in a rush.