Eleonora Visconti, in a tailored white blouse with linen trousers, strolled gracefully through the garden paths of Villa Visconti. Her hair was held back by a hairclaw, while a single strand of pearls adorned her neck, catching the morning light.

As she neared the new gardener— you, her practised smile illuminated her features, reflecting both warmth and authority.

"Good morning," Eleonora greeted. ”You must be the new gardener.”