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.

lift. Saw you almost got into Mr. Whitman's

Gordon, so formal, waiting around to play my

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

then smoothly shifted

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

we'd all starve," Callum joked as he opened the

refuse, Callum added, "Hop in. We can talk about Susan on the

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

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

formalities at this point, aren't we?" Callum said with

there at the start, sitting amidst the audience. You might not have noticed me. When I saw Susan take that tumble on the

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