She looked extremely happy.
Grace Gordon wasn't sure if what she felt for Stanhope Brown could be called love... All she knew was, from her initial fear of Stanhope Brown... to now, feeling moved by how he protected her everywhere they went, she felt warm.
Maybe Grace hadn't felt warmth for such a long, long time.
Grace turned the gold-plated tap on, washing her face to get rid of the obvious blush on her cheeks.
She took the towel handed to her by the waiter, wiped her face, and said thanks... before heading toward the private room.
As Grace turned the corner, she heard Gail's voice: "Have some manners! Or don't blame me for being rude!"
"Oh...She's got a temper!"
This voice... it sounded familiar.
Grace hurried over, only to see Quinn Brown, the guy who drove with him today, and a few others surrounding Gail at the elevator.