"Juliet," Harrison's gaze softened once more as he looked down at Juliet.
"Let's head up."
"But," Juliet's sunglasses obscured her eyes, yet her stare toward Queen's direction carried little warmth.
Her voice, however, remained gentle.
"Queen went to the restroom.
Shouldn't we wait for her?"
"Don't worry about her. It's not like she'll get lost," Harrison checked his wristwatch, his tone still amiable.
"Let's go.
The auction starts in fifteen minutes."
Hesitating briefly, Juliet finally nodded in reluctant agreement.
"...Alright."
Not far away, Queen watched the two step into the elevator, her lips curling into an unmistakable smirk.
*What a perfect pair—one loves brewing drama, the other loves drinking it up.*
If it weren't for her parents' repeated insistence, she would never have come along to play this charade with them.
Just watching it unfold made her sick to her stomach.
The elevator doors slid open on the ninth floor.
