The moment Serena disappeared into the crowd, the air between them changed.
Callum didn’t move at first. Neither did Mia. They simply stood there, the soft murmur of the gala fading into the background as if the rest of the room had ceased to exist.
His eyes moved over her slowly — the black dress, the way it sat against her skin, the dark hair resting over one shoulder. He had spent days trying not to think about her. Now she was standing in front of him, and every carefully controlled instinct he had been holding onto started to fray.
“So…what’s this about?” he said, voice low.
Mia’s chin lifted slightly. “Don’t start because clearly….” She stared in at the direction Serena had gone “…you’ve been quite busy.”
Their words landed like a challenge.
Callum took a step closer. Not enoug
