Ana's POV
Toby quickly buried the cold glint in his eyes, flashing me an easy, gentlemanly smile—the picture of perfect manners.
"So, Ms. Vernon, I heard you'll be competing in the international fashion event soon. Here hunting for inspiration?"
"Yes," I replied simply.
Honestly, my mind is on Morris right now, I thought, barely giving Toby any real attention.
Out of politeness, I chose not to drag the conversation out any further.
Before Toby could say another word, I cut him off.
"Sorry, Mr. Derick, I need to go find my boyfriend. Let's talk another time."
A sharp glint flashed in Toby's eyes, but he quickly masked it.
"No worries, Ms. Vernon. No need for formalities—just call me Toby."
"Alright. Then you can call me Ana too." I nodded with a polite smile and started to walk away.
I responded with a smile, gave Toby a nod, and was about to leave. But as I turned around, a museum staff member suddenly blocked my path.
"Excuse me, miss, could you wait a moment?"
