After the competition, Joshua offered to give Thalassa a ride home, but she politely declined.

As she watched Joshua's car pull away, Thalassa lowered her lashes, about to hail a cab, when a smooth voice stopped her. "Thalassa."

Turning around, Thalassa caught sight of Callum approaching her with a gentle smile.

She blinked in mild surprise. "Mr. Gordon, you haven't left yet?"

"I was waiting for you," Callum replied, his eyes twinkling with a neighborly warmth.

"Waiting for me?" Thalassa echoed, puzzled.

might give you a lift. Saw you almost got into Mr. Whitman's car and figured I'd be driving home solo," Callum shared with a

"Mr. Gordon, so formal, waiting around to

invite to compete, huh? Strutting your stuff in the competition isn't a bad way to make

smoothly shifted

now, I'm just an unknown designer. Even if I create the perfect piece,

you, we'd all starve," Callum joked as he opened the car door, inviting Thalassa

around, but before she could refuse, Callum added, "Hop in.

enough to get her into the car, especially since she was eager to

Thalassa finally spoke up. "Thanks for earlier. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to clear

this point, aren't we?" Callum said

might not have noticed me. When I saw Susan take that tumble on the runway, I knew she was up to no good, so I snuck backstage to

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