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IT WAS FASCINATING TO BE BACK after two long years. Obviously, Genevieve Baudelaire did not miss Saint-Jean-d'Angély, her hometown in the countryside in France. After living in Paris with Aunt Edith, she noticed how quiet and empty her hometown was; everyone knew each other, nothing new happened, there was no different place to go out and everyone dressed the same way, as there were few options in clothing stores. After the passing of her mother, Camille Baudelaire, three years ago, Genevieve witnessed her father's alcohol addiction and neglect of his own daughter as a way to heal his grief, since she reminded him so much of Camille when young. But that didn't impress her, since even before he was already an embittered and detestable man, who didn't hide his dissatisfaction with the fact that Genevieve hadn't been born a boy. Her father was the mayor of Saint-Jean. He was a very busy man and was known throughout the town, which wasn't very difficult considering the population was very small. He always cared more about his exemplary appearance alongside his perfect family than what really went on behind the scenes, and when he hid the real reason for his wife's death, Genevieve didn't find herself at all surprising. Camille Baudelaire had committed suicide, overdosed due to her cocaine addiction. She had been suffering from depression for some time, and everyone who frequented the house realized how unhappy her life was, but as mental health was never a topic discussed, especially in a place as conservative as Saint-Jean, she never sought help. Nathan Baudelaire would not be able to balance his grief over having lost his wife, his alcohol addiction and taking care of his daughter, who was between 12 and 13 years old, a complicated age. Thus, it was decided that she would spend an indefinite period with Edith in the city of lights.
However, even if decades passed, Genevieve would not overcome the memories of the terrible night she met Camille lifeless in the house's bathroom, while her father was away on business. The smell of lilies, her mother's favorite flower, had not yet left the white and expansive house, which made it even more unhappy. She was back mainly to study at the prestigious Lycée Voltaire. Her father aimed for a suitable study for his only daughter, being the few men in the small town who believed that women deserved a great future ahead, and that they should also be part of the job market. Even treating Genevieve in a despicable way, taking his unhappiness out on her, he couldn't deny that his daughter was intelligent, and had a brilliant mind. Lycée Voltaire was the first school in Saint-Jean to open its doors to co-education, welcoming 12 girls as a trial run. In Paris, that was already common, so much so that the school she attended was mixed, but people were already used to it and weren't so closed-minded. She was sure of all the challenges she would face, but she would do everything to make the next three years in Saint-Jean-d'Angély go by as quickly as possible, so that she could leave the town behind in her dark past. But she didn't imagine that returning to the place was much more than attending a mixed school. Genevieve aimed to stay as far away from trouble as possible, as she had to balance her innocent and stable appearance, to Nathan Baudelaire's satisfaction, her studies, difficult relationship with her father, lack of friendships, and perverted boys in puberty. Without forgetting, of course, all the unusual feelings in the process.
