Mathilda’s POV

The beauty of Bora Bora is truly beyond words — it’s like catching a glimpse of heaven itself. My eyes were spoiled with views so unreal that I almost forgot to blink during the drive to the resort.

Fredric and I rode in separate cars. Earlier, he’d said that they — meaning him and Paula — would be having breakfast “in the middle of the ocean,” while I was to go straight to the resort. Honestly, that suited me perfectly. The last thing I wanted was to sit through their sickly sweet displays of affection.

The morning sun was soft and warm, and the car’s gentle motion made my eyelids heavy. I couldn’t wait to bury my face in a pillow. At least I’d have peace and quiet until tonight — especially since Fredric had told Mrs. Rosa he wouldn’t be contacting her again until tomorrow afternoon.

After about fifteen minutes, we finally arrived at a floating luxury resort that seemed to hover over the turquoise sea.

There are no words for this kind of beauty. For the first time, I