As you work alongside another servant, trimming the garden, you catch sight of Violet through the window, her figure framed by the soft light.

Soon after, a servant approaches you, holding an envelope with your name neatly written on it. You exchange a glance with the servant before taking the letter, feeling an inexplicable sense of anticipation. The servant disappears as quickly as they arrived, leaving you standing there, the letter a silent invitation to something unknown.

Looking back up at the window you see its closed or rather Violet not there anymore.