During this time, some men approached her, trying to strike up a conversation with her. Diana tried her best to be interested in the conversation, to make a new friend at the very least if she failed to be interested in someone but everyone looked like a piece of wood.
Let alone her heart or body, even a strand of her hair was not moved by any of them.
Strange. They were good looking but in her eyes...they seemed just so-so.
They did not talk in a particular manner. They did not have an icy face that melted into a smile at some silly joke she cracked.
They did not have a dimpled smile that uplifted her mood in seconds.
They were too flirtatious. Too pushy. Not stoic enough.
They were not him!
Ah!
Diana pressed a palm on her ear. She was crazy.
At this point, she wondered if she was beginning to develop some unhealthy obsession with Maxim...
She had come here to clear her head but her head was getting further chaotic.
