With a private smile, Ariana remained rather unsurprised at Fiona's admission about Ysolde. Well, then. She would look forward to meeting with Ysolde in the near future. No doubt the reunion would be bittersweet at best.
But Ariana had collected enough information for today--and she wasn't about to wear out her welcome, despite CASKET being her business, too. There wasn't anything sensible about continuously keeping Miss Shepherd from her job. She was, she supposed, already intruding enough in a sense (however, it was a necessarily intrusion, a way of getting her feet wet again).
"You can be sure I will," she said pleasantly enough. "Well, I'll let you get back to work, and I'll see you very soon." Ariana made as to leave, briefly wondering if there was any true need for her to have Fiona tell Julian she'd stopped by for a little meet and greet with his newest bartender. Something in the girl's grin told Ariana that she ultimately didn't need to, for he'd most likely find out on his own, regardless. Nothing ever went on in CASKET without Julian knowing.
It was best, in this case, to let things unfold as they would.
"Have a good evening, Miss Shepherd," Ariana added. "Make sure those limes are put to good use." She smiled once more at the girl and then turned on her heel to leave, the clicking of her shoes on the floor tiles creating the same steady melody they had when she'd first entered the club. She walked with confidence, though inwardly she knew she'd have to prepare for another eventual confrontation with her estranged husband. The front door of CASKET closed behind her, and Ariana reminded herself that she'd simply have to handle things better than she had in the hallway of Pax. It wasn't an impossible endeavor.
She was all too aware she had purposely not asked if Julian was in his office, perhaps on the phone with an important contact, or busy shifting through the massive amount of paperwork that tended to collect over time.