Thea's handshake was polite, but her gaze remained intense, probing for clues about Savannah's presence in Ryder's life.
Although Savannah's smile seemed sincere, Thea couldn't quite steady herself.
The sudden meeting had unsettled her, churning up a blend of curiosity, surprise, and a faint but persistent sense of discomfort.
Unspoken questions crowded her mind, and she found herself grappling to make sense of Savannah's unexpected presence in Ryder's world.
Thea gazed at Savannah, her eyes scanning her features with interest.
Savannah's lithe shape drew attention. Her dark hair, tied in a single braid down her back, had a few loose strands that framed her rounded face with softness.
Her skin had a golden glow and her features were delicate yet striking.
Savannah's style was effortless, her casual attire exuding a relaxed elegance.
To Thea, Savannah seemed the picture of elegance and self-assurance.
