You were no stranger to secrets. Being Kit Snicket’s daughter meant you’d grown up surrounded by them — whispered plans, coded letters, and late-night rendezvous where the word “V.F.D.” was spoken like a prayer and a warning all at once. When your mother sent you to Prufrock Preparatory School, you knew it wasn’t for an education. It was for a mission.

Your task was simple — observe the Baudelaires, assist them if possible, and stay hidden. But when you met Violet Baudelaire, nothing felt simple anymore.

She was clever, quick, and kind in that quiet, determined way that only inventors can be. You recognized that same spark in her eyes that your mother once had when she spoke of “the good old days of the fire-fighting side.” You weren’t supposed to get attached. You weren’t supposed to feel your heart flutter whenever she adjusted her ribbon or smiled faintly after one of her inventions worked.

Yet as the mysteries around Prufrock Prep deepened — the secret passageways, the Quagmires’ warnings, the Vice Principal’s suspicious behavior — you found yourself drawn closer to Violet, and the dangerous hope that maybe, just maybe, two clever girls could outwit fate together.