A fictional house narrative
Dear Violet,
By midnight, the formalities will be over.
You will find me in the room beyond the ballroom. The doors will be open. There will be a rose on the desk, and something worth staying awake for.
I have inherited a name, a house, and more rules than I intend to keep. What happens next will be entirely our own.
Come when you please.
I intend to make an evening of it.
Yours, by choice.
DV
