Isla POV

I couldn't move.

Liam was standing ten feet away, looking exactly like he had in high school – taller now, broader, but still the same sharp jaw and dark eyes that used to make my heart race. He was dressed simply, casually, like he hadn't just walked into a party full of people who judged everything by appearances.

His dark brown hair seemed to have grown even longer, pulled back into a loose, short messy bun. Even after all these years, he was still handsome.

Vivienne was already laughing with my mother, her hand on Liam's arm like she owned him. But Liam's eyes were still wide, his...