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.