She hurried toward Rita on the bed, wanting to see her dear friend up close.
But after only two steps, Durandal stopped because she had stepped on something.
Durandal picked up the thing she had accidentally stepped on and held it up for a closer look. Her eyes widened, and a blush spread across her lovely face.
Seeing this, Rita suddenly felt like she was suffocating.
What Durandal had picked up was an intimate garment with a design far too bold to pass censorship.
It was not Rita's.
It was Lost Rose's.
PS: Good night.
The highway was seriously jammed yesterday.
Rita's Confession
When Durandal received Otto's message, her first reaction was concern.
Rita had always been full of energy and had never missed anything because of physical issues. If something had forced her to be absent, then there had to be a serious problem with her health.
Perhaps she was lying weakly in bed, unable to move even a finger.
That was why Durandal had come to visit Rita. Even though Rita later messaged her to say she was fine, Durandal still could not put her mind at ease. Maybe Rita simply did not want her to worry.
When she arrived at Rita's home and rang the doorbell, no one answered.
That only made her worry more.
Fortunately, she had a key to Rita's home. She and Rita had always shared everything, and when Durandal had still lived alone, Rita had often entered her residence as well.
So Durandal took out the key and opened the door herself. Even after entering, she still did not see Rita. Rita was probably resting in her own room.
Thus, Durandal carried the fruit basket she had brought for Rita upstairs and made her way familiarly to Rita's bedroom. Yet Rita's bedroom