Violetta giggled and then let the man in, she had forgotten how tall he was and she smiled as he walked past and she quickly closed the gate behind him. What was she doing? It was OK, she wasn't out, she was already betrothed, he was in the same class as her, she was allowed to have friends like anyone else. She did mental gymnastics to tell herself that she wouldn't get in trouble for allowing an unannounced gentleman caller onto the property.

She did a small courtesy at the complement to her family home, the dress was a little more, "summery" than she would normally wear in public, with its bardot neckline and it's slightly shorter cut on the leg, but it she would be fine. What she was less fine about was her reduced makeup betraying the blush on he face when he complemented her beauty, or the little involuntary noise she made with the unprecedented level of attention she was getting.

She say next to him with her knees together turned slightly towards him, back straight and hands in her lap every inch the lady, a pose practiced for greeting company. "I am certain Papa would not have turned you away, Maman on the other hand." she smirked and shrugged, quickly glancing back at the house wondering if she was being watched. "Shall I summon us a maid with some lemonade Monsieur? It is awfully warm this afternoon." she said making small talk, finding it unusually hard to meet his gaze. She cursed herself for acting like some daft teenager, before looking in his eyes with regained composure. "Do you take this fortuitous route behind my home often?" she asked with curiosity.