Once they arrived back at the resort, Presley was taken into a reserved room where food and drinks were prepared for her and her family.
Algernon and Sloane were the last to arrive and Presley was dumbfounded by her best friend’s appearance. Bruised eyes, swollen lips and hair in disarray, her friend who was usually so well put together, was a mess.
Sloane raced to her and hugged her tight. “I missed you.”
“Did you because you look like you’ve been very well distracted.” Presley was only half-teasing.
“I think I love him,” Sloane whispered in her ear. “I’ve never felt like this before. He sees me, Presley. He sees my heart and we connect so deeply. I can’t help but feel all of this was some divine plan to bring me into his life or him into mine. All I know is it’s meant to be. I thin
