Without hesitation, she leaned toward Lana. "Be careful of any waiters who approach you."
Lana nodded calmly.
Almost immediately, a waiter approached her carrying a tray of wine.
His foot slipped, and the glasses tilted dangerously, red liquid about to splash toward Lana.
In a flash, Lana moved, her body swaying aside with effortless grace.
The wine missed her entirely, not a single drop touching her dress.
Lana narrowed her eyes and stepped closer to Betty. "Is that the waiter you meant?"
Betty glared sharply at the man, recognizing him at once. "Yes. He was talking to Sophia earlier."
Lana chuckled softly. "If that's the case, then he needs a proper lesson."
She adjusted her hair slowly, then fixed the waiter with a cold, piercing stare.
"What were you doing just now?"
The waiter panicked, his face paling. "I-it was a mistake!"
Lana's lips curved slightly. "If it was a mistake," she replied calmly, "then hurry and wipe the entire floor with your bare hands."
