Lara paused in front of the private room where Beatrice had entered earlier.
The door was now tightly shut, a sign that whoever Beatrice was waiting had arrived.
For a brief moment, she stood there quietly, her gaze fixed on the polished wooden surface as muffled silence stretched from the other side. She tried to listen, but the restaurant's soundproofing was exceptionally well done. Not even the faintest voice escaped through the walls.
Her brows knitted slightly.
There were no waiters lingering nearby either, leaving her with no one to casually question without drawing suspicion.
In the end, Lara turned away and continued down the hallway.
She stepped into the restaurant's western garden, and the atmosphere changed instantly.
