Chapter 264 - The *mingling*
As Scarlett and Lady Withersworth approached the cluster of opulently dressed nobles, their animated chatter dwindled to a hushed murmur. Curious eyes turned towards the pair, and though Lady Withersworth walked with an air of casual elegance, her mere presence subtly shifted the atmosphere, commanding attention without much effort.
“Good evening,” Lady Withersworth greeted warmly, her voice carrying across the group. The assembly comprised a diverse mix of men and women, some surprisingly young, others closer to Lady Withersworth’s age. “Count Braxton, Baron Redi, how delightful to see you both here again. Lady Graeme, Lady Huxley, it is a pleasure to reunite with you as well.”
Four of the older members acknowledged her with respectful nods.
“Lady Withersworth, it has been some time,” Lady Graeme, an older woman with silver-streaked hair arranged in an immaculate bun, said.
Lady Withersworth’s smile was sincere as she gestured towards Scarlett. “Allow me to introduce my companion. This is Baroness Scarlett Hartford. Some of you may not have met her yet, but I’m sure you have heard whispers of her name by now.”
The older nobles maintained their composed expressions, but Scarlett caught some of the younger ones shifting uncomfortably, their gazes darting away. All except one — a young woman, likely even younger than Evelyne, with long ebony hair plaited into an intricate braid. She regarded Scarlett with undisguised intensity.
“Indeed, there has been quite a buzz about Baroness Hartford lately,” Baron Reid remarked, stroking his meticulously trimmed mustache. His eyes, sharp and assessing, never left Scarlett’s face.
Scarlett eyed him, her brow furrowing slightly. Was that truly the case? She would have thought her novelty among noble circles would have worn off by now.
With practiced grace, Lady Withersworth plucked a crystal wine glass from a passing attendant’s tray, swirling the deep red liquid slowly. “I have been staying at Baroness Hartford’s estate in Freybrook recently. She has been exceptionally hospitable after my own home in Autumnwell fell victim to those dreadful attacks.”
“Ah, I did hear something to that effect,” Lady Graeme said with sympathy. “Apparently, you’ve involved yourself in some charitable endeavours as well, even in your current circumstances. How commendable.”
Lady Withersworth’s eyes sparkled as she replied. “In a manner of speaking, though it is actually an initiative spearheaded by our industrious Baroness here and her younger sister. They are truly committed to supporting the empire through these challenging times. At my age, I can’t help but admire the drive of the younger generation, so I decided to lend them my assistance.”
“How wonderful.”