Lianne walked through the banquet hall, frequently looking up at the curved, white jade platform on the second floor.
She couldn't say why.
Nor could she define the feeling.
The way things happen in the world is often mysterious and unpredictable. Sometimes it's like a wish granted; other times it's like being led by an invisible thread, only to walk into a transparent wall. Then, the wheel of fate turns, violently yanking you toward an unknown destiny.
On her way to the second-floor restroom, Lianne deliberately took a detour along the corridor to pass by the curved railing. The area was empty and silent.
There was nothing special about it at all.
'Maybe I'm just on edge because I haven't been sleeping well lately.'
Lianne put it out of her mind. After using the restroom, she pushed the door open and saw Claire Donovan standing in front of the mirror, touching up her lipstick.
Their eyes met in the mirror, both equally calm and composed.
