While Sarah Shelby and Seth Quinn talked, Clara Grant leaned against a pillar, bored. Head bowed, she idly scuffed her foot against the ground.
A voice spoke from overhead. "Stop scuffing. Any more and you'll ruin your shoes."
She snapped her head up to see Seth Quinn's face.
His face was as handsome as ever, but something about it seemed different from before.
In the past, every time she saw him, his expression was invariably glacial—either cold and merciless, or filled with scorn and disdain.
Now, however, while his face was blank, it wasn't as glacial as before.
'No, this isn't a recent change. It seems like his attitude toward me was already different when I saw him this morning.'
'He even said he wanted to marry me, and... he kissed me!'
The thought of that kiss made Clara's face flush. She bit her lower lip and glared at the man before her, her voice sharp. "None of your business!"
