THERON POV
The moment I looked at the stage, I froze.
A woman with jet-black hair walked with unshakable confidence toward the center. My breath lodged in my throat when her lips curved into a captivating smile, the same one that used to disarm me so easily. Her hazel eyes glinted beneath the lights warm, alive, unmistakably hers. She was older now, her elegance more refined, her aura more composed. Her last name was different, but it didn’t matter.
“Zinnia,” I murmured under my breath, my gaze locked, my world narrowing.
I couldn’t look away. Every subtle movement, every graceful flick of her wrist as she arranged her notes on the table beside her I tracked them all.
She wore a cream-colored jacket paired with a matching skirt, both tailored to perfection. Her figure looked slimmer t
