Chapter 6: Genesis ?!
When Jophiel opened the door, she was surprised to come face to face with the mailman — an old man with a wrinkled face and a wild mustache, always dressed in his vest and an oversized cap.
He gave her a tired smile before handing her a thick envelope, sealed with a golden wax stamp and adorned with a floral embossed pattern.
The scent it gave off wasn’t the usual smell of dust and aged paper, but something lighter, sweeter — a blend of lavender, fresh ink, and dried roses.
There was a kind of nobility in that fragrance.
Then, without another word, the mailman walked away, dragging his worn-out satchel behind him.
Intrigued, Jophiel closed the door with her foot and examined the envelope under the morning light.
It was beautiful — too beautiful. This wasn’t an ordinary letter — not a bill, not a notice, but something more ceremonial.
Her heart tightened. What if it was bad news ? An eviction order ? A warning from the district about Dante ? They were already on bad terms with the neighbors.
Her hand hesitated to break the seal.
She wanted to open it, but before her fingers could reach the edge, Dante, who was passing behind her, snatched it without a word.
— "It’s for me," he said coldly.