FREYA'S POV
As the day progressed, introductions came thick and fast. Conversations hummed like a symphony of new connections being forged, but I couldn't fully immerse myself in the excitement. Instead, I found myself preoccupied, unable to shake off the sensation that Paul's watchful gaze followed my every move. It was as though his eyes had locked onto my soul, unveiling emotions I had tried to suppress.
To ease my nerves, I attempted to engage in conversations with others, hoping to find solace among the newcomers. Yet, with every word exchanged, my awareness of Paul's presence persisted like an invisible tether.
As the day's events unfolded, the room's atmosphere seemed to ebb and flow, mirroring our unspoken connection. No matter how hard I tried to divert my attention, my gaze wo
