Blanche's POV
After Carry walked away, I began showing Camila the techniques for sketching maple leaves and grass.
While we worked on our drawings, a voice called from behind us, "Miss Callum?"
I spun around to find Dorian approaching.
Noelle accompanied him, wearing casual attire and sneakers rather than his typical business suit.
Despite being in his thirties, age hadn't touched him—if anything, he appeared more handsome than ever.
The sky was overcast, with light dancing between shadow and brightness.
Noelle positioned himself on the lawn wearing light-colored clothing, standing directly under massive, billowing clouds. Below those clouds stood a man whose looks matched his own appeal.
I shifted my gaze away from Noelle and beamed at Dorian. "Hey there, Dorian."
From what I knew, Dorian's mother had died during childbirth, leaving him to grow up motherless. Throughout all these years, he'd always longed for a maternal figure.
