"Uh, I’m just here to have a look around," Cassandra said, pressing her lips together awkwardly.
"Perfect timing," Damien replied casually.
Wait, what?
Cassandra didn’t quite get what he meant.
Next thing she knew, she was strolling around the Lexford campus with this man.
Under the archway covered in ivy and climbing roses, she walked with quiet elegance, her face breathtakingly beautiful; he was tall and strikingly handsome. The whole scene? Straight out of a picture.
"Cat got your tongue?" Damien asked, not used to her being this quiet.
"Huh?" Cassandra snapped out of her daze. "Sorry, I’m just not great with words."
In front of him, she didn’t dare say too much—worried he’d pick up on something.
"Funny, because I don’t think 'not great with words' exists in
