While Belle was waiting on her aunt outside the church building, a scene was taking place.
Inside one of the rooms in the church, sitting in the confession room, a man strode in, his shoes clicking on the surface of the floor.
Whoever was on the other side of the room, ready to listen to his confession, could not see him because of the small wood wall and curtain that separated them. He sat down casually, staring directly at the other side of the room as if he could see who was there.
"You may proceed to make your confession. Father would join you soon." The voice from the other side informed. And the sounds of their receding footsteps were almost beginning to go unheard.
"Long time, Lilian."
He heard the person's breath catch, certainly recognizing the owner of the voice. The lady stood up abruptly from her seat, horror crumpling her face.
