The birthday boy grinned.

“Good luck, brother. But hey…” he tilted his chin toward the woman dancing beside Zoe, her back to them. “…it’s her friend I’ve got my eye on.”

At that moment, Celina turned around, and Arthur instantly recognized her face. His entire body froze. The smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, intent look.

“Celina…” he muttered, as if her name carried weight. “Interesting…”

“You know her?” his friend asked, surprised by his sudden tone.

Arthur’s gaze stayed fixed on the dance