By the railing on the second floor, Wendy held a teacup, her gaze seemingly drifting casually over the dining table below. In truth, she took in every moment.
When she saw Greg rise and head toward the restroom alone, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She realized this was an opportunity.
Wendy knew perfectly well that their chance encounter today was full of unpredictable factors.
Four women surrounded Lord Greg. If she wanted to hold her own in today's silent contest, she would have to seize every opportunity she could.
And now, Lord Greg had left the table alone.
This might be her only chance today to spend some time alone with Lord Greg!
Wendy immediately set down her teacup and stood, an apologetic look on her face as she addressed Sarah, who sat across from her.
"Sorry, Princess Sarah. Please excuse me while I use the restroom."
"Of course. Please, go ahead."
Sarah nodded without giving it much thought.
Then she watched Wendy hurry away from her seat.
Is it that urgent?
Watching Wendy's retreating figure, she couldn't help wondering.
Wendy descended the stairs and crossed the corridor, her steps growing faster and faster.
Her heartbeat quickened as well, but she worked to keep her expression composed.
As she rounded a corner, the restroom sign came into view ahead.
Yet she was still a step too late. Just as she arrived, she saw Greg push open the door marked with the male symbol and step inside.
"Lord Greg is in there..."
Standing before the door, Wendy took a deep breath.
She raised her hand and held it in midair, less than a fist's width from the handle.
But just as she was about to touch it, she stopped.
This was the men's restroom. Could she really just walk