The waiting process inevitably brings unease, making the bouquet in her hand feel weighty, despite its beauty and boldness.
When entering the private room, everyone's gaze shifted towards her.
The atmosphere was somewhat different from when she left, less oppressive, and the waiter had already served a table of exquisite and delicious dishes.
Zane White went over first and had Finn Prescott move over to create an empty seat among the Prescott Family, sitting beside him. The remaining seat was between him and Keane Lowell.
"Grandpa."
She placed the flowers on the window sill and sat down, looking at them in confusion, unsure of what had happened or what both sides had discussed.
Old Mr. Prescott looked at her with a deep expression, "This kid used these tricks to run away with you, right?"
"Grandpa." Claire Prescott called out coyly, her outfit as white as snow, making her face especially fair and delicate, a faint pink blush spreading across her cheeks.
