Sandy's POV
Walking into the lounge, I discovered Lyla lounging gracefully on the velvet sofa. Joseph occupied the seat across from her, his face lit with amusement at whatever story she was sharing.
"I completely forgot to mention to Charl that Dad--" Lyla's words died mid-sentence when her gaze landed on me.
Her expression shifted instantly. A deep furrow appeared between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows, and her lips pressed together in a tight line. Standing there under her scrutiny, I couldn't deny the obvious truth that hit me like a physical blow. She was absolutely stunning up close, even more breathtaking than she appeared from a distance.
Everything about her seemed crafted by careful hands. Her skin was flawless porcelain, her hair cascaded in lustrous waves that practically begged to be touched. She looked like something precious that belonged in a display case, untouchable and perfect.
