As the handsome hazel-eyed dancer moved around her, Isla's first thought was a mix of exhilaration and concern. What would Liam think of this? The idea of him seeing her in this situation sent a flutter of anxiety through her. She quickly turned to Miranda, who was watching the performance with a gleeful smile.
"Is Liam really okay with this?" Isla asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.
Miranda nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Yes, he is! He said he doesn't care because he's sure that the men here aren't as good-looking as him."
Isla felt a wave of relief wash over her, but as she glanced back at the dancer, she couldn't help but notice the other men in the room. Each of them was undeniably handsome, but as she scrutinized their features, she saw the minor flaws that set them apart from Liam. One had a slight asymmetry in his jawline, another had a crooked smile, and yet another had a scar that marred his otherwise perfect skin.
But then there was Liam—her
