The Room Begins to Stir
Almost immediately, the atmosphere shifted.
At a nearby table, a woman whispered, “She must be someone’s grandmother. So sweet… but isn’t she out of place here?”
“I doubt she can even say ‘foie gras’ properly,” a man muttered with a smirk.
“Sometimes older folks wander into places like this by accident,” a waiter murmured behind the bar.
A couple asked to be moved. A group of influencers adjusted their cameras so she wouldn’t appear in the background.
But Eliza didn’t notice. She sat tall and calm, hands resting neatly in her lap, eyes filled with quiet peace. When the waiter arrived, she ordered the full menu without hesitation—though she declined the wine.
“I’m waiting for someone,” she explained softly, her voice steady.
Time passed. The room buzzed with conversation, but glances kept drifting her way—some curious, some pitying.
And then, the unexpected happened.
