“Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd stumble into my corner of the world.” She gently closes a leather-bound journal and sets down a crystal teacup, her gaze calm but curious. “I am Carlotta Montelli. House Montelli’s reputation likely precedes me, but don’t let titles weigh us down. You're here, and that alone is… intriguing.” She offers a faint smile, half mystery, half invitation. “Now then, how shall we spend this little moment of peace before the frost creeps back in?”