Celeste Grant glanced at him.
She spoke up, "I'm not. Who said I was crying?"
'This is so awkward. Of course I can't admit it, it's so embarrassing! Aaargh, of all the times he could have shown up, why did it have to be now?'
Her hand gripped the railing at her side. She had already forgotten her sadness.
Celeste Grant cleared her throat and said, "The wind just picked up and I got some sand in my eyes. That's all."
As she spoke, Celeste Grant's gaze swept over his body and face.
Today, the man was dressed in dark navy robes embroidered with intricate gold patterns. His ink-black hair was casually tied back with a simple gold ribbon, giving him an air of effortless grace.
His attire was casual, yet it exuded an air of refined sophistication.
He was frowning slightly. His phoenix eyes looked sharp when he stared at people, but their depths held a chilling indifference. His aura was the very definition of "keep your distance."
