CASPIAN'S POV;

"It's me" as a figure gradually came into view.

As I turned around, I was astonished to find the least person likely to be here.

She stood out, not in a captivating manner, but rather because of her unique choice of clothing. Her ensemble consisted of a flared flowered skirt, a neatly pressed white shirt, and a jacket noticeably oversized for her slender frame. I should have noticed her for her distinct style sooner.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my tone a mix of disbelief and confusion, as I stared incredulously at her unexpected presence.

I pivoted towards Laura, my eyebrows furrowing in frustration,...