The receptionist was a bit troubled, "This..."
"I'll talk to him myself."
Isabelle Blaine had already mentioned treating them to a meal at Royal No. 3. Last night, she was inexplicably yelled at by Aidan Sullivan, so she wasn't in a great mood. And now they're telling her there's no table?
A woman next to Isabelle looked in Aurora Blaine's direction, "Isabelle, it seems to be table number 12."
Isabelle immediately went over. The person there was wearing a black baseball cap, head lowered, face not entirely visible, seemed a bit familiar.
She stopped at table 12 and said, "Miss, I'm Isabelle Blaine of the Blaine family. Could you kindly give us your table? I'll compensate you, just name your price."
Aurora moved her gaze from the menu and looked up, "Unfortunately what I want, you can't afford."
Upon seeing her face, Isabelle's eyes widened, "It's you? How could you be here?"
"Only you can dine here?" Aurora retorted.
