Arwen stepped out of the restaurant and paused in her steps. Staring ahead, she took a deep breath before looking at the sky.
It's fine. You have already moved past it. Now, no apology matters.
She reminded herself before smiling. "Yes, I have moved past it. It no longer matters." She muttered to herself, but her words confused Mia, who had approached her, seeing her finally coming out of the restaurant.
"Huh? What matters?" she asked, confused.
Arwen turned to her, her brows arching with faint amusement. "The event tomorrow matters. Doesn't it?"
"The annual event?" Mia asked, trying to be sure if that's actually what Arwen was mentioning. And when she saw her smiling, she nodded. "Yes, ma'am. That matters a lot. You will be officially taking charge of the company. Everything needs to be perfect. Nothing should be messed and —"
Before Mia could realize it, she was already breaking in a fit of anxiety.
