Cecilia was already standing in front of the restaurant that had been sent to her not long ago, the very one mentioned in the invitation message. The moment her eyes lifted to take in the tall glass doors and the grand exterior, she could tell without being told that this was no ordinary place. The polished marble steps, the golden handles glinting under the soft light, and the faint aroma of rare wines drifting through the air all confirmed what she already suspected this was a high-end restaurant reserved only for the powerful and the privileged.
She didn't want to waste any more time lingering outside. Her plan was clear, her heart steady, and her mind sharper than ever. Adjusting her posture with calm elegance, she began to walk toward the restaurant entrance. Her heels clicked lightly against the stone pavement, echoing with a quiet confidence. But just as her hand was about to reach for the golden handle of the door, a sharp, mocking voice sliced through the air behind her.
