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.

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

"Mr. Gordon, so formal, waiting around

replied, the picture of a 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

smoothly shifted the conversation to

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

you, we'd

not keen on being driven around, but before she could refuse, Callum added, "Hop in. We can talk about Susan

her into the car, especially since she was eager to know more

were on their way, Thalassa finally spoke up. "Thanks for earlier. Without you,

this point, aren't

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 the

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