The bustling surroundings came to a halt for Theodore as his gaze locked onto a woman across the room. Her back was to him, but he realized it was Isabella.
She was busy clicking on selfies, with exaggerated poses and forced smiles. He couldn't believe this was the woman he had been searching for so eagerly. Everything about her—the self-obsession, the superficial display—grated against his nerves. He always despised pretentious behavior, and she embodied everything he disliked.
However, he pushed down his annoyance, reminding himself that she was his savior no matter how she was. He owed her a gratitude. He would return her pendant, express his thanks, and leave. That's all.
Taking a calming breath, Theodore started towards her. But before he could take a few steps, he froze as he noticed a man walking over to her and pulling her into an embrace. In an instant, she threw her arms around the man's neck, tiptoed, and kissed him passionately.
