Mila's heart skipped a beat as she turned towards the source of the familiar voice, her gaze locking with the intense azure eyes of Isaac Mitchell. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in his striking appearance—the fiery red hair that framed his ruggedly handsome face, the piercing gaze that seemed to see right through her carefully constructed façade.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other, the air charged with unspoken tension.
Isaac's unexpected presence added another layer of intrigue to the air. As the guests around them exchanged curious glances, Mila maintained her facade.
With a delicate smile, Mila composed herself, her facade slipping seamlessly back into place as she addressed Isaac with practiced poise. "Oh, Mr. Mitchell, it's nothing, really," she replied, her voice soft and melodious, betraying no hint of the turmoil that churned beneath the surface. "Just a moment of sentimentality, nothing more."
