Darya thrust the bouquet of tulips forward. ‘Of course they are for you.’
Callan took an exaggerated whiff of the flowers. ‘How sweet! I’m so touched, Dolly darling.’
He bent down and flashed a grin at Darya. ‘How’d you know it’s me?’
Darya rolled her eyes. ‘Do you think I can’t recognise you just because you are wearing a pair of gigantic sunglasses?’
‘I also changed my hair.’ Callan raked a hand through his short hair with streaks of neon blue.
‘And my attire.’ He stuck out his chest, making sure Darya got a good look at his baggy white t-shirt and loose-fit jeans that sagged at his waist.
‘Come on, let’s get out of here before we are swamped by your fans.’ Darya didn’t waste time admiring her brother’s camouflage.
She didn’t have the heart to point out that no mat
