Afraid that Silas Grant might come looking for her, Mia Grant didn't stay in the restroom for long.
Before leaving, she checked her reflection in the mirror.
Only after confirming she didn't look too disheveled did she head out.
On the way back, Mia Grant forced the chaotic mess of thoughts from her mind, compelling herself to calm down.
'Whatever has happened or is going to happen, it can all wait until tomorrow.'
'Today, she didn't want to be a killjoy.'
Back near the course, Mia Grant ordered a cold drink, hoping to wash away the metallic taste in her mouth.
Just as she handed the menu back to the waiter, she heard a woman laughing not far away.
She couldn't help but glance over and see the woman standing next to Silas Grant.
They both had their backs to her, so Mia Grant couldn't see the woman's face. Fortunately, she recognized her outfit from a short while ago.
It was the young lady from the White Family.
'What was her name again…'
'She really couldn't remember.'
