Natalia stood in the grand foyer of Cafe Rovuwa , her pulse quickening with every step she took toward the woman who could either make or break her plan. But there was no turning back now.
As Natalia entered the restaurant, she was met by Madam Wales, who was sitting in her usual spot near the grand fireplace. The older woman's sharp eyes, almost regal in their intensity, fixed on her with an air of expectation.
"You're late," Madam Wales remarked, her voice soft but firm, as if used to people following her every command.
Natalia flashed a sweet smile. "I had a lot to organize before coming to see you," she said smoothly. "But now that I'm here, I have something to tell you."
Madam Wales raised an eyebrow. "Do tell," she replied, though the wariness in her voice suggested she was bracing herself for some kind of trickery.
