Isla’s POV
I fumbled with my glasses, brushing damp strands of hair behind my ear. I glanced toward the staircase as though to check if Sienna was coming down the stairs, but then a tall silhouette disappeared around the corner.
After what felt like minutes, Sienna finally descended, her steps light, effortless, like she hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes upstairs with her brother—the same brother she’d warned me about my entire life.
Her grin was annoyingly bright. “Finally… you meet Zayne.”
“Yeah…” I hesitated, eyeing the stairs again. “But he’s not ugly like you said.”
Sienna stopped mid-step, her mouth falling open in mock outrage. “Yes, he is.”
I arched my brow. “Ugly?” I echoed, remembering the way she’d once described him—too serious, too cold, the kind of guy who thought
