Meanwhile, at a bar and restaurant in the city...
Grace chuckled, her chin resting on the palm of her hand. She was alone at the long table, all of her guests—who had been invited for her fake birthday—had already left. Yet, she had no plans to leave just yet.
"So silly," she whispered to herself, shaking her head as she lifted her margarita to her lips.
As she took a sip, her brows arched upon catching a familiar figure from the corner of her eye. The radar in her head went off, compelling her to shift her gaze toward the figure standing nearby.
Haines.
A small smile formed on her lips as she watched him approach. When he was just a few steps away, she looked up to meet his eyes.
"I told you," she said, a faint giggle in her voice, "you didn't have to come today."
