The moment Florence stepped into the restroom and saw five black-clad figures standing in a circle around a fallen woman, her heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through her veins. But then, her eyes scanned the room frantically… and there, standing a few feet away from the group with her arms crossed and an unfazed expression, was Eleanor.
A loud, audible sigh of relief escaped Florence's lips. It was so dramatic that even normal humans could have heard it echo across the marble walls.
Eleanor raised an eyebrow. Her lips twitched in amusement.
In that brief moment, she found herself genuinely liking the woman.
Before Eleanor could comment, Florence rushed toward her and spoke, her voice drenched in relief. "Thank God you're alright! I heard glass shattering and thought… something bad had happened to you."
Eleanor gave her a cool, composed nod. "Florence, wait outside. This matter concerns them… it has nothing to do with us."
