Many years have passed since the war...and the art of Auto Memories Dolls is starting to become insignificant with new advances in technology. In this world, is there still a place willing to accept an Auto Memory Doll called Violet Evergarden?
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She waited for a few moments and made an assumption.
"Are you my Dad's mistress?" she gasped.
"I don't think anyone would want to be his mistress," she coldly replied.
"HEY! My father is a very handsome man, idiot."
"And stupid," she whispered.
"I heard that!!!!" she shouted angrily. "So what is it then? Are you or are you not?"
Violet examined the frustrated young girl. She looked at her up and down.
"Definitely not, young lady."
"Then, what are you?"
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Violet took a few seconds to compose herself and answered the question.
"I'm your Dad's hired Doll. My name is Violet. Pleased to make your acquaintance," Violet held out her hand to shake her's although it felt a bit forced.
Madeline slowly reached for Violet's hands. When she touched them, they felt so cold. Madeline's hand shivered.
"Are you going to invite me in, Doll?"
Violet moved away from the doorway and Madeline rushed inside.
"DAD? DAD?" she called out and then turned to Violet.
"Where's Dad?"
"He's at the bou---at his job," fumbled Violet.
"Alright, then. I'll wait for him to explain... well..."
She looked Violet up and down.
"...you."
Madeline took her shoes off and kicked back in the easy-chair. She yawned and then closed her eyes.
Violet felt puzzled for a few moments, Madeline had arrived unexpectedly and well, she didn't know what to do.
'Leon is out. His daughter is in his living room and I'm clueless on how to fix this problem.'
Violet hopped along to the couch. Once Violet had settled in her seat, Madeline opened her eyes and looked long and hard at the Doll.
"So, where's your typewriter?"
"In my briefcase."
"Ahhh...but then again why would Dad need a Doll like you? Aren't you guys going extinct or something?"
Violet flinched in anger. Her eyebrows crossed slightly. She formed a tight fist, but slowly her grip loosened.
'Calm down, Violet. Don't be angry. She may be rude. But she's the daughter of your client,' she remembered.
