POV: (Jasmine)
Blinking against the soft golden light filtering through the room, I slowly pushed myself up, my fingers gripping the silky sheets beneath me. These weren't the sheets from the plane.
Where the hell was I?
My gaze darted around, taking in the space. Spacious. Extravagant. Surreal. The kind of place people spent a lifetime saving up for a single week in.
The high, vaulted ceiling was made of dark wood, elegant yet rustic, with pure white curtains that billowed lightly from the breeze seeping through the open balcony doors.
The floor was polished oak, dark and rich, so clean it almost gleamed.
The air smelled different–salty, warm, and rich with the scent of the ocean.
I immediately turned my head toward the sound of water lapping against the stilts beneath the cabin. Through the floor–to–ceiling windows was an endless stretch of deep, crystal blue that surrounded the overwater villa, glittering under the midday sun. No land in sight.
My stomach dropped.
