After observing for a while, that person put away the binoculars and sneaked off.
The Southedge Villa.
Violet Jones was making tea in the tearoom.
She'd heard Master Sheffield was an expert in tea ceremonies, so she decided to pick up the hobby too, to please him and make it easier to marry into the Sheffield family.
Suddenly, the window to her right was pushed open from outside, and a figure agilely jumped in.
Violet was so startled her hand shook, and just as she was about to call out, someone covered her mouth.
"It's me."
She looked carefully. Fear turned into delight on her face: "You're back? How did it go? Natalie Jennings definitely can't stir up trouble now, right?"
Matthew Sullivan fell silent.
"You... messed up?" Violet asked, "Impossible, you're someone who came out of the Featherwing Alliance. You've been specially trained—your work is always flawless."
"It's done." Matthew looked at her. "But the outcome isn't what you wanted."
"What happened?"
