The next morning, Isla was up before her alarm.
The first thing she did was check herself over no marks, no bumps, no strange dreams. Relief washed over her, and she climbed out of bed to shower and get dressed in something a little more polished than usual.
Today was her first day at Meridian Group, and she'd been looking forward to it enough to be up an hour early, just to make sure everything was perfect.
She settled on black wide-leg trousers, a pale yellow blouse with soft ruffled sleeves, her dark hair pulled up into a neat bun.
The girl in the mirror had skin like porcelain and eyes clear as still water pretty in that way that read as both grown and unmistakably young at the same time. Innocent, but not naive.
After breakfast, the butler drove her into the city.
She craned her
