The car finally came to a halt in front of a grand seven-star restaurant, The Crescent Dining. It was the kind of place where a reservation was harder to secure than a royal audience, and one couldn't just pass the entrance at any time.
A sleekly dressed valet rushed to the driver's side, bowing slightly as Iskander rolled down the window and dropped the keys into the man's waiting palm with nonchalance.
"Don't worry, I've taken an appointment, right after we arrived from the gala," Iskander said, a smooth smile playing on his lips as he reached up to put his mask back on, adjusting it with ease.
Yohana's eyes widened, her mind racing to connect the dots. "What?
You planned all this since then?"
"Well…" Iskander opened his mouth, but he was cut off by an overenthusiastic voice echoing across the pristine foyer as they stepped out of the vehicle.
