Then why does Damien seem so… unconcerned?"
A flicker of amusement passed through her gaze as she tapped a finger against her lips. "If I didn't know better, I'd say he looks… free."
The word hung in the air like a dagger.
The other girls exchanged glances, the uncertainty deepening in their eyes.
Because that was the exact opposite of how Damien had always looked around Celia.
He had never looked free.
And now, he did.
Lillian hesitated before speaking again, "Celia, are you sure everything is fine? Because… he looks like he doesn't care anymore."
That—
That was the one thing Celia refused to accept.
Damien Elford not caring? Impossible.
Unacceptable.
Her jaw tightened for the briefest of moments before she exhaled lightly, forcing a soft laugh. "You girls are overanalyzing," she said smoothly, tucking a strand of sapphire-blue hair behind her ear.
Celia exhaled softly, regaining her composure as she gave the girls a measured smile.
