"You will find out soon," Zade replied, keeping his secret safe. "The doctor just said I need to get out of bed and move my body. You need to get out of the house and clear your troubled mind. So, it’s a win-win situation for both of us."

Camilla narrowed her eyes. She did not trust his mischievous smile at all. The last time a young man tried to take her somewhere, it ended in a lot of vomiting and choking.

"I don’t know..." Camilla began to protest slowly.

"I guarantee," Zade interrupted her, placing his hand over his heart in a gesture of absolute promise. "You will definitely like it. Just trust me."

After a full hour of preparations, they were finally ready to leave the Kennedy estate.

Camilla stood in front of a tall, polished mirror in one of the bright guest bedrooms. She looked at her reflection in pure shock.

The maids had truly found her a very different outfit. It was absolutely nothing like the strict, high-necked, long-sleeved, heavy silk gowns she was made to wear at the Benson mansion.

The dress she was currently wearing was made of a very light, flowing, deep sapphire-blue fabric. The neckline was cut surprisingly low, sitting just off her pale shoulders, exposing her elegant collarbones perfectly. The waist was fitted tightly, highlighting her small figure, and the skirt flowed softly around her legs, allowing her to walk freely. It was beautiful, but it was incredibly bold.

Camilla turned slightly, looking at her bare shoulders in the mirror. She reached up and touched the smooth blue fabric.

"Is this appropriate for a married woman to wear?" Camilla asked out loud, feeling a little bit self-conscious. In her modern world, this was a normal party dress. But in this historical society, showing this much shoulder was considered highly scandalous for a General’s wife.

Zade walked into the room. He was wearing a very sharp dark purple attire. He looked handsome and completely healed.

He looked at his sister and smiled proudly.

"You look absolutely stunning," Zade complimented her genuinely.

He walked over and stood beside her in front of the mirror.

"And to answer your question," Zade replied, waving his hand carelessly. "For where we are going to, it is very, very appropriate. In fact, you might even be a little bit underdressed."

Camilla looked at him suspiciously again, but she did not argue. She secretly loved the dress. It felt light and freeing.

They walked downstairs and went outside. A beautiful, open-air carriage was waiting for them. The weather was warm and sunny. They climbed into the carriage, and the driver snapped the reins.

The carriage drove through the busy, wealthy streets of the upper city. Camilla tried to guess their destination.

"Are we going to a poetry reading?" Camilla asked.

Zade shook his head, smiling.

"A tea house? A royal garden?" she guessed again.

"Nope," Zade replied, looking incredibly pleased with himself.

After twenty minutes of driving, the carriage turned down a very clean, very exclusive, quiet street. There were no noisy merchants or crowded markets here. The buildings were large, private, and heavily guarded.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a massive, incredibly beautiful establishment. The building was made of smooth white marble. Large, expensive purple velvet curtains covered the tall windows, making it impossible to see inside. Two very large, very muscular guards stood near the double doors.

There was no sign hanging above the door. It was a place for the extremely wealthy and the highly secretive.

"We are here," Zade announced happily.

He helped Camilla step down from the carriage. As they walked toward the front doors, the two muscular guards immediately bowed deeply and opened the heavy doors for them without asking a single question. Zade was clearly a known and respected customer.

As soon as Camilla stepped inside, her senses were completely overwhelmed.

The establishment did not smell like a normal historical building. It smelled amazing. The air was thick with the sweet, rich scent of expensive perfumes, burning incense, and spilled sweet wine.

The interior was magnificent. The floors were covered in thick, plush, dark red carpets that made their footsteps completely silent. The walls were decorated with beautiful paintings, and soft, relaxing music played quietly from a hidden room.

A very handsome, well-dressed host walked up to them immediately. He bowed gracefully to Zade.

"Lord Kennedy," the host smiled politely. "Welcome back. Your private room is fully prepared."

"Thank you," Zade said, slipping a small gold coin into the host’s hand. He gestured for the host to lean in closer. He whispered something that made the host nod his head.

The host led them down a long, beautiful hallway lit by glowing crystal lamps. They stopped in front of a door. The host opened the door and stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter.

Camilla and Zade walked into the private room. The door closed quietly behind them.

The room was the definition of pure luxury. It was dimly lit with a warm, romantic glow. There were no hard wooden chairs. Instead, the room was filled with massive, incredibly soft, curved velvet sofas. The sofas were covered in dozens of silk pillows. In the center of the room was a low glass table filled with silver trays of fresh fruits, sweet cakes, and bottles of cold wine.

Camilla walked over to the largest, softest red velvet sofa. She sat down smoothly, sinking deeply into the comfortable cushions.

Zade walked over and sat down on a smaller sofa right across from her. He leaned back, resting his arms on the back of the sofa, looking incredibly relaxed.

"So," Camilla said, looking around the beautiful, quiet room. "You brought me to a very expensive, private dining room. It is nice, Zade. But why all the secrecy?"

Zade smiled his most mischievous, boyish smile. He leaned forward and picked up a sweet green grape from the silver tray.

"Because, my dear sister," Zade replied, tossing the grape into his mouth. "The food is not the main attraction."

Camilla frowned in confusion. "Then what is?"

Zade did not answer her with words.

Instead, Zade raised both of his hands into the air. He looked toward a set of dark curtains covering the back wall of the private room.

Clap. Clap.

Zade clapped his hands together twice. The sound was loud and sharp in the quiet room.

For a single second, absolutely nothing happened.

Then, the dark curtains on the back wall slowly pulled open.

Camilla turned her head to look.

In some mere seconds, Five very tall, completely spectacular men appeared from behind the curtains and walked slowly, confidently into the private room.

Camilla completely stopped breathing. Her jaw slowly, uncontrollably dropped open.

These were not normal servants. These were not guards.

The five men were breathtakingly, outrageously handsome. They all had perfect, thick hair and sharp, chiseled jawlines. But their faces were not the most shocking part.

It was their clothes. Or rather, their extreme lack of clothes.

The men were wearing very loose, very thin white silk shirts. But none of the shirts were buttoned. The shirts hung completely open, exposing their broad, incredibly muscular, perfect chests. They had perfect six-pack abdominal muscles that looked like they were carved out of hard marble. They wore black trousers that sat very low on their hips.

One of the men had long, flowing blonde hair. He was carrying a silver tray with a bottle of wine. Another man had dark, intense eyes and short black hair. He was carrying a large, beautiful feather fan. The third man had wavy brown hair and the brightest, most charming smile Camilla had ever seen. He was carrying a large bowl of grapes. The Fourth was tan with woolly hair and held a small harp in his hand. The fifth one had auburn hair and hazel eyes, carrying a bowl of water and foot oil.

A massive, incredibly joyful, completely ridiculous smile broke out across Camilla’s face.

She stared at the five sexy men, her heart fluttering with pure happiness.

"Oh my God," Camilla thought to herself, her internal voice squealing with absolute, total delight.

She looked across the glass table at her younger brother, who was watching her reaction with a very proud, highly satisfied grin on his face.

Camilla slowly reached out her hand and cover her mouth from squealing.

"Did Zade..." Camilla’s thoughts whispered in pure, unbelievable awe. "...Did Zade just bring the Maldives directly to me?"