Rik traipsed her through formal reception rooms and dining rooms able to seat dozens, the high ceilinged library, the ballroom … Why anyone would need a ballroom on a remote and otherwise unoccupied tropical island was anyone’s guess, but the space quite literally took her breath away. Even with the shutters closed, streaks of golden light fell in patterns across the gleaming parquet floor. Beneath a curved high ceiling, the room was graceful and elegant. A room made for dancing. Closing her eyes, she imagined a band at the furthest end of the room, a jazz band, white suited, dark-skinned, the deep steady bass sweeping the dancers around the room. The place must be a bitch to dust, though. She was glad she didn’t have to do it. “This place shouldn’t be left standing empty. This is a house for parties and … ” She blinked as the thought blinded her. “And film shoots.” She turned to Rik. “There are so many amazing locations around these islands. All it needs is someone with vision, someone who could facilitate the shoots and make sure that film companies have what they need, and this could become a real hot spot.”
