Violetta felt her heart flutter as her confession was processed and taken quite clearly as a problem for the older man. She shook her head gently and placed her hand on top of his in the way she had at the flower show.

"Mon cher Monsieur, I am not upset." this was something of a lie, but she was a lady, and would behave as such. "I am quite flattered that I can be mistaken for a seventh year so easily, but oui, it will be a little while until I would be presented." she gently stroked her finger on his hand before realising herself and withdrawing politely. She supposed she should just tell him her parents plans, he would find out eventually either way.

"As to my parent's plans, they have selected a husband for me that I shall wed when I come of age, but I have never met him." she gave an adorably innocent shrug and smiled at the handsome man playfully before placing her hands back into her lap and looking at the flowers. "I shall have a garden like this one day, non?" she could almost picture herself as an adult tending the flowers like her mother did, she redirected her eyes back up to the house and pictured a handsome husband surrounded by beautiful children. The man she imagined looking down at his wife looked remarkably like Mr. Frey all of a sudden and a sensation she was unfamiliar with crossed her mind. "Zut alor, Violetta" she barely breathed to herself in confusion.

She turned back to Victor and smiled. "I suppose we should bid each other au revoir, but I hope not adieu?" she did find him pleasant and even if nothing else an friendship if propriety might be enjoyable. She knew deep down that they would likely not be allowed either, but a girl could play pretend.