A quiet, dimly lit veranda at night, slightly hidden from a grand aristocratic ballroom glowing with warm golden light in the background. Soft music and movement are visible through the open doors, but blurred and distant. A young noblewoman sits barefoot on a small elegant sofa near an open window. She has pale skin, deep dark eyes, and long chestnut hair styled in an intricate updo, with a few loose strands falling naturally around her face. She wears a dark green silk gown with an open back and flowing sleeves. The dress is slightly loosened, no longer perfectly arranged. Her posture is softer than expected, less controlled, as if she has momentarily forgotten herself. Her expression is thoughtful, slightly restless, caught between composure and something more alive. Near her stands a tall young man with soft wheat-blond hair, clean features, and a calm, grounded presence. His sleeves are rolled up, jacket casually thrown over a chair, holding a bottle of champagne loosely in one hand. He leans slightly against a wooden table, relaxed but attentive. His gaze is steady, observant, almost knowing — he watches her, not the room. There is space between them, but it feels charged — quiet tension, mutual awareness, something unspoken forming. Curtains move gently in the night air. Outside the window — darkness and faint silhouettes of trees. Inside the ballroom — light, order, society. Lighting is cinematic: soft warm glow from inside contrasts with cool moonlight from outside, Voir plus