The restaurant resided on the manor's second floor. After lingering at the gate for what felt like an eternity, Ariana caught the attention of an enthusiastic waiter who approached her.

"Miss, how may | assist you?"

"I'd like to go to the restaurant on the second floor," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. Determined to put an end to her hesitation, she nervously disclosed her name to the waiter.

"I had a reservation for a private room at half-past six, but it seems I've exceeded the time."

"No, Miss Edwards. Mr. Anderson has been patiently awaiting your arrival," the waiter responded, offering a bright smile and guiding her forward.

Ariana felt a tinge of surprise. Theodore hadn't departed yet?

With the thought of seeing him soon, her heart quickened its pace, a nervous flutter taking hold.

Ascending to the second floor, she entered a lavishly decorated French restaurant.

The patrons were dressed impeccably, and a grand piano graced the center of the room, its melodies filling the air.

Following the waiter, Ariana entered the designated private room and laid her eyes on Theodore, sitting with an air of poise in his chair.

“you're here." Theodore spoke calmly, as if unsurprised by Ariana’s arrival.

Ariana's discontent manifested as a dismissive snort, serving as her greeting.

The waiter courteously pulled out a chair for her, and she took her seat. With only Ariana and Theodore remaining in the room, her temper began to flare, her gaze icy as she stared at him.

"Are you so certain that I would show up?"

"I can't be certain, but I'll wait for you until midnight," he responded earnestly, meeting her cold gaze.

"Happy birthday, Ariana."

He looked at her with sincerity and handed her a delicate velvet box.

Ariana could already guess its contents. She averted her gaze, refusing to accept it, and queried, "What is it? I don't want it."

He disregarded her inquiry, avoided any discussion she sought, and acted as if nothing had happened. It was truly exasperating.

Ariana attempted to maintain a facade of aloofness, unaware that her emotions were seeping through.