Ashcroft didn’t even look up. Just groaned. “This day just got interesting.”
Ethan’s eyes flicked briefly to the others at the table. “Sorry—am I interrupting breakfast?”
Before Maya could answer, Trina rose with polished ease, all businesslike warmth and immaculate posture.
“Mr. Miller,” she greeted, extending a hand with a practiced smile. “I’m Trina, Supervisor for Event Planning under the Blackwood Enterprises PR Department. Welcome to Isla Aurelia.”
Ethan shook her hand firmly, smile charming and appreciative. “Pleasure’s all mine. And please—just Ethan is fine.”
“Of course,” Trina replied smoothly. “We’re thrilled to have you on board for the campaign shoot. Let me introduce you to the rest of the team.”
She gestured toward the table. “This is Sienna—she handles Communications
