Lisa’s POV

I hadn’t packed much.

Didn’t think I’d need to. I certainly didn’t plan on staying long enough to require a wardrobe change. But here I was, standing in the middle of a walk-in closet.

Silk, satin, and suspiciously luxurious packaging with crisp gold lettering sat lined up like Ronan had raided a boutique just for me. Some of the tags were still hanging. A few items were still zipped up in their garment bags, untouched.

‘How thoughtful.’ I mused.

Also… Why were we going shopping if he already had what looked like half of Paris fashion week in this room?

I slid into a black dress that felt...