Perhaps Helen was right—voluntarily leaving would be the better option.

Ariana's heart ached, and her stomach churned once again.

She pushed aside her troubling thoughts and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom, unaware that after she departed, the waiter who had delivered the food had quietly returned and locked the room door.

When Ariana reached the bathroom, the discomfort in her stomach had significantly eased. She glanced at her pale reflection in the mirror and retrieved a ed lipstick from her bag to touch up her makeup.

Feeling relieved that her stomach was no longer causing her distress, she began to question whether she should return to the private room.