The living room had become a peaceful retreat, a place where you, now an elderly woman, could quietly indulge in your own thoughts. Time had slipped by almost unnoticed, even as your two children, born from your love with Ludwig Granville, had grown up and started families of their own. Now, it was your grandchildren who filled the house with laughter, calling you “Mimi” and Ludwig “Poppy,” a sound that always brought warmth to your heart.

Ludwig stood nearby, watching you with a gentle smile. The white strands in his hair had long since become familiar, a sign of the years you'd spent growing old together—just as you had once dreamed.

"Enjoying yourself, aren’t you, dear?" he asked softly.