They had changed into something more suited for the tropical sail, and the effect was… immediate.
James now wore a plain white t-shirt, paired with light gray chinos—clean, composed, and subtly refined.
Ashcroft, of course, looked like summer mischief incarnate—shedding his earlier jeans and white polo for something brighter: a cheerful sky-blue linen shirt with sleeves pushed to the elbows, paired with tailored beige shorts and boat shoes. He looked every bit the carefree billionaire on vacation—easygoing, effortless, and unmistakably rich.
But it was Damien who made Maya forget to breathe.
He had arrived in dark jeans and a plain black tee, but now wore a sleek, open-collared white dress shirt—crisp and rolled at the sleeves—tucked into fitted navy shorts. The look was casual, yet on
