The late afternoon sunlight stretched long across the lake. At the open window of the mansion, the curtains lightly billowed and then settled.

Yeonhwa set down her coffee cup and picked up her vibrating phone. Through her reading glasses, her red eyes scanned a short inquiry text. It was a message sent after seeing the job advertisement she had posted a while ago.

Yes, I'm still looking. It's been a while since the ad went up, but you managed to find it.

She leaned back comfortably against the sofa. Her loosely tied white hair spilled down a bit, but she left it as it was.

I'm Baek Yeonhwa, the owner of the house. I'm handling the inquiries myself. I don't intend to assign any cleaning or cooking beyond what's written in the ad. There are separate staff members for those tasks.

Her finger, which had been scanning the screen for a moment, moved again.

And I'm forty-four. Since I'm looking for someone to live with, it's better to let you know in advance.

Feel free to ask anything you're curious about. How should I address you?