Chapter 8

At a soirée hosted by a business mogul, I encountered Finn once again.

He held a glass of red wine, impeccably dressed in a suit, engrossed in lively conversation.

This was a stark contrast to his disheveled appearance at home, his gentle composure at the civil affairs bureau, or his calm indifference on stage.

In this moment, Finn exuded elegance and nobility.

In such a short time, I had witnessed his various personas.

Gradually, I found myself struggling to discern which one was the real him.

Or perhaps, they were all facets of his true self.

My feet unconsciously led me towards him.

Finn noticed me.

His eyes narrowed briefly before he continued his conversation with those around him.

He completely ignored me, as if I were merely air in his presence.

I let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

How the tables have turned.

Now, it seemed the dynamics between us had shifted entirely.