Violet was raised in a world of polished expectations: good schools, careful manners and a future already planned. Yet the more perfect her life appeared, the less it felt like her own. She finds beauty in another Vancouver, in rain-darkened streets, quiet bars and neon reflected across the pavement. Her lavender hair began as a small act of rebellion and became the first decision that truly belonged to her. Violet is not running away from privilege. She is learning who she might become without it.