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.

into Mr. Whitman's car and figured I'd be driving home solo," Callum shared with

"Mr. Gordon, so formal, waiting around to

the picture of a gentleman. "Skipping out on my private invite to compete, huh? Strutting your stuff in

shifted the conversation

if I create the perfect piece, it's

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

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

the car, especially since she was eager

on their way, Thalassa finally spoke up. "Thanks for earlier. Without you, I wouldn't

at this point, aren't

her to ask, he explained, "I was there at the start, sitting 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

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