Julian had only been on the isle of Trisda about a month. When he’d swaggered off his ship, tall and handsome, with golden-brown skin, he’d drawn almost every woman’s eye. Even Scarlett’s head had turned briefly, but she’d known better than to look any longer.
Imagine Scarlett walking away from the market at the docks with Tella by her side and her head turning to the newcomer in town. But right as she turns her head away before Tella gets a chance to make fun of her, the newcomer, who every woman in town wanted to spend time with, looked at the woman in the red dress and decided that she was the only woman that he wanted to look at for the rest of his life
BONUS: “This doesn’t concern you.” Scarlett waved him away with her hand. Julian looked at her strangely, as if a girl had never dismissed him.
