Carina's pov.

Ms. Amara's golf club actually had a share of me, and when I received the invitation I almost thought it was someone's prank.

There were eight people there, all designers and models around Amara, and I got to see the talented designer. After the fashionable ladies had already had their balls in the hole, a car approached us slowly.

The person who got out of the car was actually Xavier, who obviously didn't expect me to be here either and gave me a surprised look before walking to the other side of the crowd.

"What took you so long?" Amara asked.

Xavier apologized in a rare gesture of...