"Excuse me," she asked softly, "is this the table for the group posted on the enthusiast boards?"
The silver-haired lady spoke with a careful tone as she offered an innocent smile.
The four people seated at the table turned to look at her.
For a brief moment they studied her appearance as if judging her demeanor and making a decision as to whether she truly belonged here.
There were three women and one man.
"Fiona, was it?" an elderly woman with thin lips finally said.
Her hair was tied neatly behind her head, and her posture was straight despite her old age.
"Take a seat, dear."
Fiona let out a small breath of relief and nodded.
"Yes, thank you madam."
She sat down, placing her bag beside her chair as the tall man behind her took a seat behind the group, ordering a drink as he let his mistress do as she pleased while still guarding her.
The others greeted her with polite smiles.
One of the women, spectacled and cheerful, offered a friendly wave.
