A knock at the door. The orphanage children shuffled inside, wide-eyed in the grand halls. Hana knelt, opening her arms.
"You came," she whispered, hugging them tight.
Mi-Ho watched quietly from the doorway, seeing a side of Hana no boardroom could reveal. She wasn't just an heiress or a bride-to-be. She was still the girl who had loved without measure, even when she had nothing.
One child tugged her sleeve. "Unnie, does this mean we can dream too?"
Hana's eyes filled. "Yes. That's why I'm here. To make sure none of you are ever silenced again."
And Mi-Ho knew—her past wasn't her weakness. It was her power.