I saw Amara and her group together with Edward and his supporters, and I literally squatted on the ground without thinking.
There were decorative wooden panels that separated the table from another table, and I thanked god for the large vase that hid my body.
"Are you okay?"
I heard Mr. Got, and I knew even without looking at him that he was raising his bushy brow and staring at me like I was crazy.
"I-I'm fine. I'll order what I ordered yesterday. You can go now," I said while still peeking at Amara and the others.
They were busy laughing and chatting to even notice me. I at least released the air that was trapped in my lungs in the form of a deep sigh.
"As you wish. If you need anything, just ring the bell," Mr. Got said, leaving me squatting behind the vase.
I didn't know why I was hiding, though.
