Isla’s POV
The next day…
I woke up before my alarm rang. That alone told me my nerves were already awake long before my body decided to follow.
Soft morning light filtered through the floor to floor window. For a few seconds, I stayed still, staring upward, listening to the distant sound of cars moving, muffled chatter from the street below, the faint cry of seagulls somewhere near the water.
Waterfront property.
My stomach fluttered slightly at the thought.
It was a big gig, bigger than most private listings I had shot before. And the fact Isabella had trusted me with it… I didn’t know whether to feel proud, nervous, or suspicious of how easily things had aligned.
Probably all three.
I rolled onto my side, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Still no address from Isabella ye
