Seraphina didn't leave the building right away. Instead of walking straight out to the street, she took a detour into the lounge’s secondary dining area. It was a quieter section with fewer people, filled with small booths hidden behind heavy curtains. She slid into an empty booth at the back, placed her purse on the table, and pulled out her phone.
Back in the VIP lounge area, Julian’s face was still flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. The tense silence at the table was suffocating, and the wealthy socialites were too busy frantically calling their parents to care about him anymore. He muttered a quick excuse about needing to wash his face, stood up, and slipped away toward the back hallway where the private VIP restrooms were located.
A few moments later, Eloise quietly
