Night, slightly cool.
Early spring weather, warm yet still cool.
The temperature difference between morning and night is quite large; as night falls, fewer people move around.
Stella York listened to the increasingly quiet outside, then lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed.
She changed into a set of clothes and wore a thick jacket.
Pressing the farewell letter she had prepared in advance on the bedside table, she then picked up her bag and quietly walked out.
Since coming to the White Family, she had been bedridden, never leaving her room; even meals were brought to her by the butler.
As Stella York walked into the living room, she was momentarily stunned.
The White Family's Villa was more luxurious than she had imagined.
The luxury carried an air of nobility, not inferior to the Scott Family Villa.
She always thought the White Family was just an average wealthy family; now it seemed she had underestimated them.
