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.

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

Gordon, so formal,

be all mine," Callum replied, the picture of a gentleman. "Skipping out on my private invite to compete, huh? Strutting your stuff in the competition isn't

shifted the

sheepish, Thalassa said, "Right now, I'm just an unknown designer. Even if I create the perfect piece, it's tough to

as you, we'd all starve," Callum joked as

she could refuse, Callum added, "Hop in. We can talk

Susan's name piqued Thalassa's interest enough to get her into the car, especially since she was eager to

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

point, aren't we?" Callum said with

audience. You might not have noticed me. When I saw

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