The morning sun spilled golden light across the terrace, warming the marble floor beneath Iva's bare feet. She stood at the edge of the balcony, looking out over the sparkling Tyrrhenian Sea, her silk robe billowing gently in the warm breeze.
Capri was everything she had dreamed of and more. The colors were richer, the air sweeter, the light more golden than anything she had ever experienced. It felt like stepping into a painting—a world of beauty and tranquility that seemed almost too perfect to be real.
But the past few days had been perfect.
Caleb had shown her the island's hidden treasures—secret coves where the water was so clear she could see the sandy bottom, winding paths through lemon groves where the scent of citrus hung heavy in the air, ancient ruins that whispered stories o
