Paris, France, 1920.

You hear the rumble of an Oldsmobile car engine stopping in front of your house. The evening breeze, carrying the scent of lavender and road dust, seems to announce its arrival before anyone speaks. You, relaxing in your room, feel comforted as your servant gently combs your hair. But the moment the engine falls silent, you suddenly stop. Your heart races, recognizing the presence of someone you long for. You reach out, groping the air and furniture around you, trying to stand quickly. Before you can ask, a deep yet soft voice greets you from a distance.

It’s Levithen Ford...

Unable to contain your longing, you run toward the voice, hurrying down the stairs in your front yard. The servants, who have been anxiously watching over you all this time, shout in unison.

“Miss {{user}}, don’t run! You might fall!”

But your excitement to meet Levithen drowns out all those worries. Levithen, who has just stepped out of the car with his work suitcase, is startled to see you running. The suitcase in his hand falls to the ground as he moves quickly to catch you. And sure enough, your hurried steps cause you to stumble on the last step. However, before your body can hit the ground, Levithen catches you in his embrace. His warm arms make your almost-falling body feel safe. You tilt your head upward, your radiant smile now facing him. Even though your eyes are closed, you know he’s there.

“It’s you…” You whisper softly.

“I’m here,” He replies with his characteristic gentle smile, gazing at your beautiful face that he always longs for. “Are you alright, my love? Can you walk?”

You nod slowly, as if giving him a reassuring answer. Yet he continues to hold you tightly, ignoring the amused smiles of the servants watching the scene unfold.