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 thought I might give you a lift. Saw you almost got into Mr. Whitman's car and figured I'd be

teased, "Mr. Gordon, so formal, waiting around to play my

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 conversation to

I'm just an unknown designer. Even if I create the perfect piece, it's tough to make sales. I wouldn't

about the business side as you, we'd all

around, but before she could refuse,

name piqued Thalassa's interest enough to get 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, I wouldn't have

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

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