quite suite

The only room where no one expected her to be anyone but herself.

Tucked away at the edge of the house, The Quiet Room was never meant to impress. Modest. Unadorned.

Once used by the staff — or so they say. But Lucienne would sometimes slip away here when the rest of

the house felt too loud, too observed, too curated.

No mirrors. No distractions. Just a small bed, a window, and a silence that asked for nothing in return.

Here, she didn’t rehearse or perform. She let herself disappear — not out of sadness, but relief.

The house was hers.

But this room let her rest.