SARAH
The sun is pure gold by the time we get to the beach.
Not that weak, washed-out morning light I always get in Durmont either.
This? This is full-on, magazine-cover, dripping-in-luxury sunlight, and I’m soaking up every second of it.
It’s the kind that makes the sea sparkle like it’s wearing diamonds and turns everyone’s skin into a golden dream.
The VIP section has been arranged for us.
I smile when I see the huge cushioned daybeds, and umbrellas the size of a small aircraft.
There are about three waiters present when we get there, and I have a feeling that’s Ronan’s doing. He loves his presence to command respect, and it always does.
I stretch out between Malachi and Jaxon while Ronan lounges to my left looking like some Roman god reimagined in swim trunks. They’ve al
