The next day

Mireille stepped out of the car, a black jacket draped over her dress. James walked to her side with her luggage.

"You won't regret this, Mireille." He said to her, reassuringly.

"I don't want or need you to tell me anything, James." She replied.

"I know you think I am ridding you of your happiness in some way but..."

"It's okay, James. I don't want to have to listen to how everything is for my own good and how I would thank you in the future for ...