Dusk had just begun to fall when Mia Grant grabbed her bag and headed out.
Silas Grant was waiting for her downstairs.
After her classes in the afternoon, Mia had returned to her off-campus apartment.
The restaurant Silas had booked was a private one, converted from a traditional courtyard home tucked away in a hutong. It was said to be by reservation only, serving just five tables of guests each day.
Most people didn't even know this place existed. It was obvious that its clientele was the elite of Jynsia.
Mia had seen her fair share of courtyard homes. Kian Keller's place was a renovated one, and the Donovan Family's ancestral home was much larger than this restaurant.
Still, the view here was lovely.
At night, a warm, orange-yellow light shone through the latticed windows, casting patterns at their feet. Mia walked beside Silas, following a waiter deeper into the establishment.
