Callan narrowed his eyes at her, trying to wrap his head around where he had seen her before. Her curly red-brown hair was familiar, but he couldn't process who she was and where he had seen her.
"What do you want?" He asked, his eyes darting between the brunette and Orla who had stopped eating and was gaping at the intruder who didn't even bother to acknowledge her presence, but she kept her cool, eager to know what she wanted from her husband.
"Callan, I have been looking everywhere for you since that night." She placed her hands on her jaw and crossed her long straight legs.
It didn't take too long for Orla to detect that she was a model, an A-list model. She sure looked like one, with her charisma, aura and how she carried herself with temerity.
Orla didn't feel less of herself. Ov
