Lilia turned her attention back to the plate, her thoughts swirling like an endless tide. What had she been thinking? Oh, goodness. So, he had a fiancée—or rather, an ex-fiancée—before her. A soft, almost wistful smile touched her lips as she considered it. Probably. After all, with how impossibly handsome he was, it was hard to imagine any woman leaving him of her own accord.
But then again, men like Zethan never needed to worry about being ignored.
And yet, there couldn't possibly be any chance… She sighed inwardly, scolding herself for her ridiculous train of thought. What absurd things are you imagining, Lilia? As if it were even remotely possible that this man—this impossibly striking Zethan—could be a… She shook her head slightly, her lips pressing into a tight line. She wanted to suppress a laugh, not just any laugh, but one aimed squarely at herself. No, the notion was absurd.
