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Granblue
The man was dressed in a refined dark gray suit, even darker than the shade of his eyes. As he casually placed his hand into his trouser pocket and prepared to step forward, the manager bowed his head hastily.
“His Grace, the Duke of Lancelot, is already in the private room with a lady. I apologize.”
His brow twitched slightly at the mention that his father had already occupied the exclusive private room.
The manager anxiously gauged the man’s reaction.
The man remained silent, betraying no emotion.
“I told you we should’ve gone to Anglia,”
one of his companions called out boisterously.
“Come on, a beautiful woman awaits us.”
“No need,”
the man replied disinterestedly.
The manager, as if waiting for just that opening, quickly chimed in.
“I will escort you to a table by the window.”
With a polite gesture, he indicated the direction. The man gave a slight nod, prompting the manager to finally move his feet.
This is ridiculous.
Olivia couldn’t stand by and watch such injustice unfold.
“Excuse me.”
The group heading toward the empty table stopped in unison and turned toward the source of the voice.
“Huh? …Former Mrs. Johann?”
Whether he naturally had a loud voice or simply wanted attention, the man who had shouted about Anglia greeted her with unnecessary volume.
Since there was no real reason to exchange pleasantries, Olivia looked straight at the manager and spoke directly.
“I arrived first.”
Edgar belatedly turned his head.
Her expression was solemn, as though declaring something of great importance.
She had once huddled in the shadows beneath the extravagant chandeliers. It wasn’t because she was Johann’s woman—but something about her had caught his attention.
But now, she had changed.
As if conscious of the gazes around her, the woman stood with elegance from head to toe, speaking in a quiet yet firm voice.
“I just thought I’d remind you, in case you’d forgotten.”
With an air of grace that seemed to offer leniency.
Edgar tilted his head slightly as he looked down at her. A curious spark lit up his previously indifferent eyes. He was genuinely curious—what difference did it make if she had arrived first?
Her odd insistence, like someone from a different world, felt unfamiliar.
Though times had changed, the social hierarchy still held firm. Priority followed rank—nothing more, nothing less. Yet the woman seemed unaware.
Her absurd claim even flustered the seasoned manager.
“We prioritize VIP guests at our establishment.”
“Oh, I see.”
The woman set her glass down on the bar table. With a hint of disappointment, her eyelids gently lowered.
“I wanted to start my special day in Litton with a visit to Granblue. But I suppose today will be special for another reason.”
“My apologies. We’ll seat you the moment a table becomes available.”
“There’s no need. I’ve lost interest.”
Without hesitation, the woman turned to leave with her maid. Edgar and his companions happened to be blocking her path. Edgar took a step toward her.
“We meet again.”
He greeted her with his signature smile. Her eyes, filled with him, flickered in bewilderment.
“Should I say we’ve met again?”
Her voice was composed, but a wary sharpness—like a cat’s—lay beneath. Though a puffed-up cat could still be endearing, she met his gaze with strength.
“A meeting is a meeting.”
Edgar’s eyes curved as he held her gaze. Other diners glanced at them discreetly. Ever since he’d entered, the restaurant had fallen silent—even the clinking of dishes had stopped. It was always like this with his arrival.
“If you wish, I could introduce myself properly. Edgar Langster Lancelot.”
Edgar was the de facto head of Lancelot Corporation, a global enterprise. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he held power and wealth that influenced nearly everyone present.
But the woman seemed unaware, and Johann had apparently never mentioned Edgar to her.
Her blinking blue eyes widened, as if piecing together a puzzle. Their gazes met—those blue eyes filled with his image. Granblue. That was the impression he got looking into them up close.
“…Same name as the hotel I’m staying at.”
“A coincidence.”
“….”
Seeing her dazed expression, Edgar chuckled.
“I suspect she came to negotiate with you using confidential documents. Stab her ex-husband in the back and walk away with a payout.”
Gerald’s speculation had missed the mark entirely.
This proved she truly didn’t know anything—or she was an exceptional actress.
Her strikingly blue eyes glimmered with innocence beneath long lashes. Too transparent to be hiding any malicious intent. That alone piqued his interest.
A meal with Johann’s ex-wife…
“If you don’t mind, would you dine with me?”
A rare, impulsive offer from him.
He had been looking forward to lunch at Granblue for the first time in a while.
Olivia’s neat eyebrows twitched as if she had heard something absurd. Her eyes drifted uneasily toward the row of idle aristocrats.
“Oh, these guys were just about to leave. Don’t mind them.”
“What are you talking about? We’re not going anywhere.”
“To Anglia.”
Even to a fellow man, that dazzling smile was suffocating. In other words, “Get lost.”
You bastard!
Ryan mouthed the curse at Edgar.
Seriously? How low can you go?
His eyes demanded an explanation.
Edgar didn’t care in the slightest and gave a nod to the manager.
“This way, please.”
With Edgar now ignoring them completely, Ryan gave him a glare before signaling the others to leave.
“We hope to see you at the ball, to make up for today’s disappointment, milady.”
Tipping his hat slightly, one of them offered a parting smile, his blatant curiosity about the divorcée written all over his face.
“No, I wouldn’t want to cause any trouble. Please enjoy your meal as planned with your companions. I think I should be going now.”
Olivia said, looking at Edgar. She had no desire to be served up on a silver platter like seafood on a plate. The disdainful stares from noblewomen across the terrace were tiring too.
That sly fox again!
Their eyes seemed to say.
“Let’s go, Anne.”
“Yes, milady.”
“If it’s because of us, please don’t feel—”
“No, I do feel.”
Olivia gave a short nod of farewell to the men trying to detain her, sneaking glances at Edgar, and then left the restaurant.
“Milady, how about that one?”
Anne pointed to a corner of Vichen Park lined with food stalls. Sandwiches, hot dogs, sodas, and coffee were on offer.
Their first meal after leaving the restaurant ended up being a sandwich and coffee. Eating on a bench by the riverside in the park turned out better than expected. She didn’t miss the Mediterranean seafood one bit.
As she chewed her sandwich, Olivia recalled the ball invitation.
So it was from him.
She never imagined someone so young would be the hotel’s owner. Or that he’d be the kind of person to pull such a tasteless prank.
She had already decided not to attend the ball. If he kept bothering her, she’d simply change accommodations. She couldn’t stay in a hotel forever anyway.
Even now, her heart raced remembering that terrifying moment of death. She had lived so earnestly, never imagining it would all end so suddenly.
For now, she didn’t want to do anything. Free from Johann, she finally felt at peace. Perhaps this was the reward for her previous life’s efforts. Maybe she could allow herself to enjoy this calm for a while.
Quietly. Peacefully.
If she retired to a quiet countryside away from society, everything would be fine.
Olivia decided to take it easy. There was no need to rush.
The wind rustled the thick leaves, creating waves of soft green light. With a beautiful view, coffee, and bread, her hunger faded—and vitality returned. She finally felt the energy to begin exploring in earnest.
“Shall we get going?”
“Yes, milady.”
Rising from the bench, they headed toward the distant clock tower. Not far from them, it was a symbol of Litton—famous for the legend that if you made a wish when both clock hands aligned, it would come true.
Olivia and Anne decided to cut across the park. As they strolled along the path, the chirping of birds echoed overhead.
“Do you have a wish, milady?”
With wide, curious eyes, Anne looked over at Olivia. She couldn’t help but laugh. She knew it was all superstition and marketing.
“Hmm. What about you, Anne?”
“Yes.” Anne nodded with a shy smile. She had her own God, who perhaps had already granted her wish. That all whom Anne loved would be at peace.
As they walked the quiet trail, Anne looked up at the cathedral’s cross across from the clock tower and prayed silently.
Olivia watched Anne’s profile before lifting her gaze to the sky. The spring sky was a pure, watery blue.
A wish…
God had been cruel to her. Never once had He granted her a wish. Not when her father’s business went bankrupt. Not when her mother walked out after constant fights. Not even when her father one day ended his own life. God had never been there.
Her life had been built on tireless effort and nothing more. That, at least, was something.
Quietly. Peacefully.
That was the kind of life Olivia now needed to pursue.
As the path ended and they walked deeper into the park, dense with broad-leaved trees, couples whispered sweet nothings under the drowsy spring afternoon sun.
“Oh my goodness!”
Anne gasped.
“Let’s go the other way, milady.”
“We’ll be late.”
“They say you can still make a wish at 4:20.”
Olivia burst into laughter at Anne’s blushing cheeks. The sounds of kissing and chirping birds competed in the air.
To save Anne from the awkwardness, Olivia veered off the path. The farther they got from Sodom and Gomorrah, the more peaceful the park became.
As they walked down a flower-lined path filled with bluebells, Olivia suddenly stopped.
There, in the shade of a large oak tree, sat a woman on a bench.
It was her—the woman wearing the pink diamond necklace.
