Lifting her head, she scanned the crowd of people in front of her who were also taking shelter from the rain.
With a single glance, she spotted a man who stood out from the crowd.
Dressed in a black, custom-tailored suit, Elliot Sheridan stood amidst the people. His tall frame, handsome face, and cold aura drew the gazes of many women around him.
Georgia Thorne stared at him, unable to tear her eyes away.
There was no denying it—Elliot Sheridan was captivating. Wherever he went, countless eyes followed him.
As she gazed at the man with an almost obsessive look, he seemed to sense it and turned his head, his icy gaze sweeping over to her.
Georgia immediately lowered her head, pretending to look elsewhere.
When she looked up again, a woman was standing beside him.
She couldn't see the woman's face, only her beautiful, long, curly chestnut hair cascading down her back. A fair, slender hand linked through Elliot Sheridan's arm.
