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.

Saw you almost got into Mr. Whitman's car and figured I'd be driving

so formal, waiting around to play

picture of a gentleman. "Skipping out on my private invite to compete, huh? Strutting your stuff in the competition isn't a bad way

smoothly shifted the

said, "Right now, I'm just an unknown designer. Even if I create the perfect piece, it's tough to make sales. I wouldn't want to cause you any

as much about the business side as you, we'd all starve," Callum joked as he opened the

driven around, but before she could refuse, Callum

interest enough to get her into the car, especially since

for earlier.

well beyond formalities at this point, aren't we?"

amidst the audience. You 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 dig around for the

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