Vera was rather pleased with the way Mr. Griffith’s gaze remained so fixed on her, his attention clearly captivated by her - how thrilling to have such power over another. She allowed herself a moment to savor the pause in their exchange, the unspoken understanding that passed between them. His mention of returning to Paris, perhaps for the last time, stirred something within her—a yearning, perhaps, for the freedom and adventure that the city represented.

"Paris has a way of calling you back, doesn’t it?" she replied softly, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "There’s a part of me that always feels at home there, as if the city itself understands those who seek something... more."

Vera’s eyes searched his, as if trying to read the thoughts that lingered behind them. He was a different sort than the usual society she was used to at events like this.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a step further into the intimacy of their conversation. "If you do return this summer, I hope you find whatever it is you’re searching for, Mr. Griffith. Paris has a way of revealing truths to those who are open to them." she smirked mysteriously - rather enjoying being purposefully obtuse and mysterious.

Vera’s gaze remained steady, a slight smile playing on her lips as she continued, "And who knows? Perhaps our paths might cross there. I’ve been thinking of visiting my grandmother again—there are a few things I didn’t quite finish exploring the last time I was there."