“Do you need to go?” “Not yet,” I said. “I’m just … looking for someone.” Rachel gestured to someone in a cluster of moviegoers. “He looks lost.” Beyond the string of photographers and journalists, Callum paced in a tailored suit and bow tie, his dark hair neatly tamed. He scanned the crowd for me. My heart could’ve burst at the sight. I loved this man. And I knew he loved me. There had never been any point in trying to lie to Rachel; she knew me too well for that. And I didn’t want to start now, because I wasn’t ashamed. “Yes. That’s him.”
