When Violet got home, the warmth of the place seemed to melt straight into her bones. She took the cup of tea Mrs. Jones handed her — the faint scent of rose drifted up immediately, and her cold fingers started to thaw around the porcelain.
“The heating in the master bedroom’s been upgraded,” Mrs. Jones reported in her usual precise tone. “It’s automatic now — keeps the temperature stable without drying the air. We also added a humidifier by the bed and stocked a few different fragrance blends. If you have a preferred scent, just let me know.”
“Thank you. That’s… really thoughtful.” Violet gave the cup a gentle squeeze. Something about Mrs. Jones felt different tonight — her face was still the same perfectly composed mask, but her voice carried an unexpected softness.
At a small nod fro
