What Victoria confronted in that restroom was not misfortune.

It was character.

She was forced to see, plainly and without the cushion of her wealth to distract her, the exact kind of person she had chosen to be for years, and the seeing was unbearable, because it could not be blamed on Robert, or on bad luck, or on anyone but herself.

She had been cruel to Grace not because Grace had wronged her, and not because circumstances had forced her hand, but for one reason only: because she had believed there would be no cost, that a blind woman married to a distributor was safe to abuse, that power meant permission and she had the power.

And the discovery that the calculation had been wrong did not, in the end, teach her the lesson that mattered.