Several people seemed to glance at them as they crowded the corner of the restroom, which was thankfully quite spacious as right next to it was also a long chair and a special area to put passengers' luggage or bags.

Aside from not wanting to waste time, Beatrice also didn't want to talk to Luana outside for fear that she would run into Rey if she stepped outside at this time. It was enough that she met Luana, there was no need to look the man in the eye.


"You apologize, so I'll forgive," Beatrice said with eyes that seemed to be beginning to shade. "But the truth is, it's not entirely your fault."

Luana was stunned by what she heard, but Beatrice had already continued.

"I now realize what I did was unforgivably stupid," the woman said again. "Leaving Rey on our wedding day was definitely the wrong decision, though I only recently realized it."


Luana was still listening, letting Beatrice say everything she needed to say.

Again Beatrice took a breath, as if she needed a large supply of air to continue his sentence.


"But now, everything has happened." Beatrice blinked softly. Half willing. "I can't do anything about it, because Rey has chosen you above all others."

This time it was Luana who blinked, fingers intertwined in front of her slender body.

"Sorry is all I can say to you, Miss," the woman replied politely. "I really can't put things back the way they were, and for that, my apologies will continue to go out to you."

Unexpectedly for Luana, Beatrice now took a step forward and took one of her hands.

"Luana, hold your head up," she asked. Their eyes locked. "You are no longer the Luana you once were. So, straighten your head."

Luana straightened her head in accordance with Beatrice's words.

"Consider us even," Beatrice said again. "None of this has been easy for me. It would be a lie to say I'm okay, but I really don't want to be a nuisance in your lives."

Luana felt the vibrations flowing from Beatrice's grip for her.

"I thought it through before I made my decision," Beatrice said again. "It wasn't that I never thought of taking Rey away from you, but everything was doomed to failure, because the whole point here is that Rey is no longer looking at me."

There was still a throbbing pain in Beatrice Collins' heart, and this was probably what she had to pay for her foolish decision a few months ago.

"Now I will try," Beatrice said. "I'll go far away, never wanting to be in Munich again so I can forget everything."

Long, long before this debacle, Luana was the storybook for little Beatrice, who lived as an only child. With no brothers or sisters, Beatrice was accustomed to having Luana by her side, and that led to an unintentionally intimate relationship between the two, beyond that of master and servant.

Luana's kindness, which Beatrice had felt for a long time, made her heart unable to harden or even hate Luana. No, she did not hate her servant. Although a big part of her blamed Luana, but this time she knew she was the one at fault.

It all started with her running away on their wedding day, and there was no going back.

"Beatrice, I...."

But Miss Collins had shaken her head first.

"There's no need to say anything, Luana," she interjected quickly. "Now enjoy your life, for you have earned it, I think."

It sounded a little discordant, but Luana knew Beatrice had sincerity in her words. Not one hundred percent, but at least there was.

"Are you leaving Munich?"

"I'm going back to Sydney," Beatrice replied, unraveling their handshake. "It might be a while, I don't know when I'll be back. It seems like Munich is no longer comfortable for me these days."

Luana's face changed slowly, which Beatrice could see.

"No, it's not because of you," the woman with the fiery red nail polish interrupted. "Don't get me wrong, it's not because of you, Luana. I just... well, maybe I needed some refreshing. I've thought a few times that maybe I shouldn't go back to Munich."

Luana was glad this conversation was going on as she and Beatrice used to exchange sentences and hundreds of words every day. Now Luana felt like her burden was slowly slipping away, because all she needed to know was that Beatrice didn't hold a grudge against her.

At least she wanted Beatrice to understand that all these events could not be predicted from the start. If he could, surely Beatrice wouldn't have left Rey, right?

"My flight is almost here." Beatrice glanced at the expensive watch on her wrist. The only noticeable difference between Miss Collins and Mrs. Lueic was that Beatrice was used to looking glamorous for herself.

Her five-centimeter high heels made her towering over Luana despite the fact that they were not that different in height.

"Ah, alright." Luana nodded faintly. "Again, sorry for everything, and thank you for every single thing you said to me, Beatrice."

Beatrice Collins stared at Luana intently, trying to wrestle with herself to release the resentment that was building up inside her chest. Again, it wasn't all Luana's fault. If only Beatrice knew what Luana had to go through in the early days of her marriage with Rey, then surely Beatrice would not dare to hold even the slightest grudge against the woman.

It was her determination that kept Luana going, and it led her to a happiness she never expected.

"I can't wish you happiness, Luana." Very typical of Beatrice, who spoke as she pleased and that was exactly what she was. "Because I'm not necessarily happy," she continued, which made Luana smile widely.

"No problem," Luana replied. "This time let me wish you happiness, as I have always done during our time together."

Beatrice swallowed hard. She knew Luana was this sincere, even after she became part of the highly esteemed and honorable Lueic family. Not once had Beatrice seen the arrogance in Luana's eyes, not once had Beatrice felt Luana raise her voice just because their status was equal now.

The Luana Casavia she knew was indeed a very noble-hearted girl.

"But I can pray for one thing instead." Beatrice rolled his eyes. "At the very least, I'll pray that you have a smooth pregnancy and delivery."

Another difference that felt strong, perhaps, was that now Luana was the one doing it for Beatrice. Conceiving Rey's child, which she had once rejected outright. Although she still had to wonder if she would have children in the future, either with a man, but at least she could pray that Luana's child was born safely now.

"I knew you were a good Lady, Beatrice," Luana murmured happily. All the weight on her shoulders was now almost completely off, as was Beatrice who felt there were no more lumps in her heart about all this.

Now both women were going to lead different lives, and they seemed ready for it.

"Then take care of yourself, Luana." Beatrice took two steps back and grasped the handle of her bright red suitcase. "Can you go out first and get Rey out of here? I... don't want to see him."

They had spent almost twelve minutes in the small room, until Luana's cell phone rang between them. Quickly reaching for her phone, Luana found Rey's name displayed on the screen.

"Honey, are you still inside?" the man asked through the phone line. "Are you okay?"

"Sure, I'll be out in a minute, just wait."

Hurriedly disconnecting the call, Luana still felt bad that Beatrice was now looking at her intently. But then when their eyes met, the woman smiled.

"I have to go to the booth first," Luana said. "Do you want to wait?"

Beatrice nodded, seemingly not objecting to that. Letting Luana enter one of the booths after their long conversation, Beatrice now appeared to be smiling faintly with perfectly rolled eyeballs.

Looking at her reflection in the large mirror of the restroom, Miss Collins spoke to herself.

"You did well, Beatrice," she murmured in self-congratulation. "At least you're not acting like a loser, even though it still hurts this much."