Hazel's eyes narrowed as she spotted Andrew, a familiar face amidst the crowd. His smile was polite, but there was a hint of mischief in his gaze as he approached her with a champagne glass in hand.

"Do you remember me?" Andrew asked, his voice smooth as he sipped from his glass.

Hazel's gaze flickered around the room briefly before settling on Andrew. "Yes, Mr. Andrew," she replied curtly, her tone guarded.

Andrew's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "So, ...