Celeste kept quiet, not wanting the first surprises to prevent her from hearing the rest of the reality.
Roxanne felt her heart was tearing apart for not keeping her promise. But not telling the girls was meant to protect them all - and all should include Lorraine. If hiding the truth hadn't saved her, it didn't make any sense to carry on doing it. She'd been already fully aware of this the first time she'd decided to run away from the castle, but, deep inside, she also felt guilty for breaking the agreement with the only person she had ever loved.
"She wasn't my mother either," she finished confessing in a low voice.
Joseph's mind began then to weigh up new possibilities this left open, increasing his attention to what was about to be unveiled to Celeste.
"Honey, you and I are not really sisters. Your father isn't even my father."
At that point, Joseph felt relieved, but not in the way he'd expected. When he'd realized the two girls he was fortuitously helping were Leonard's children - like him - his heart had made him think it was terrible news for the feelings that were quickly beginning to grow inside of him towards the young woman in red. However, this unforeseen turn was a complete revelation, and it was then clear to him that she was someone he was going to love very much, but not how he felt he would when that door was closed, but as the sister she'd now turned out not to be. And he was glad to know he'd love her fraternally, not forced by the circumstances, but because his heart freely felt so.
Celeste was still making a great effort to contribute with her calmness to the maximum degree of revelation.
"I don't understand," she had to admit.
"Lorraine is my aunt. She's my mother's sister. When she died giving birth, Lorraine took care of me. My father wasn't married to my mother and he wanted nothing to do with me. Lorraine was an important businessman's assistant. When he offered her to move here to help him in his new ambitious project, she, by now divorced and having only me, accepted. When she arrived at this place with me, she realized her boss didn't expect her to be his assistant anymore, but to look after the daughters he, from different mothers, soon began to collect. And, little by little - my aunt could only attribute it to his eccentricity -, he started to create a fantasy in which he forced Lorraine to raise us. We are small fairytale princesses he, when the time comes, intends to give his friends so that we become their obedient wives, or their sons'."