Georgia quickened her pace, hastily weaving through the halls, but the men were however always on her tail, maintaining a distance that showed both vigilance and something more. Georgia's mind raced, considering the possible reasons for being shadowed at such an event. Could they perhaps be some associates of Donovan, ensuring her safety, or did they represent a more ominous presence? She couldn't for the life of her tell.
Whatever case it might be, she didn't appreciate being stalked in the least. Glancing around discreetly, she spotted the entrance to a powder room. Swiftly entering, she closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the quiet space. Taking a moment to collect herself, she stared at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the subtle anxiety etched in her features.
