Miss Claire stood a few steps behind them.
She wore a tailored cream blouse tucked into high-waisted charcoal slacks, the fabric structured without being overly formal.
A light blazer rested over her shoulders, sleeves pushed slightly upward. Her hair was styled neatly back, understated jewelry at her wrist and ears. Smart casual, as expected. Nothing excessive. Nothing careless.
Her gaze was already on them.
Samantha's expression brightened almost instantly.
"Oh—Claire," she said, relief evident in her tone. "I wondered where you were."
Miss Claire inclined her head slightly before turning toward a passing waiter.
She gestured calmly toward the empty space to Don's left.
The waiter nodded once in understanding and stepped away without question.
"Unfortunately," Miss Claire replied, returning her attention to Samantha, "such events have a habit of attracting individuals I am acquainted with in one way or another. It seemed appropriate to offer greetings."
