Birthday party

Mrs. Thompson took her hand and said, "Miss Arabella is the granddaughter of the renowned art restorer Mr. Sislowes, from a distinguished literary family."

The group of women, unfamiliar with the antique world, displayed a subtle change in expression. "Ah, I see, that's good," they replied with a hint of disdain in their tone.

The other guests wore smiles that carried an air of ignorance.

Arabella, perceptive as she was, noticed this, though she didn't outwardly reveal her discomfort.

Mrs. Thompson ushered her into the room and whispered softly in her ear, "Darling, pay them no mind. Many of them here are rather crude, emitting the scent of brass and are completely ignorant."

Arabella felt a warmth in her heart, flashing a charming smile at Mrs. Thompson. "Thank you, Mother. I'm fine."

Mrs. Thompson patted her shoulder. "That's good. Dear, sit here for now. Help yourself to any tea and pastries you like. If you need anything, ring for a servant. Reginald will be with you shortly. I mu