Third person’s POV.
Caleb’s eyes weren't on the guests or on the woman by his side. They were fixed on Layla.
He watched her every move religiously. But there was something strange about Layla that night, even when Caleb’s eyes locked with hers, she didn't flinch.
Maybe it was jealousy he was searching for. But he saw none.
Layla walked towards him finally. Her smile didn't waver the least. "Caleb." She greeted smoothly, "I see you made it. Thank you for coming."
"I wouldn't miss it for anything." He replied but his tone fell flat when Layla's eyes shifted politely towards the woman standing beside him.
"Miss Maxine," Layla extended her hand. "It's a pleasure."
Miss Maxine was the woman beside Caleb. One who had a vision of sharp glamour and scandalous reputation.
She flashed a
