The chandelier lights in the grand hall reflected off Isolde's deep sapphire evening gown, casting a subtle glow that made her eyes—already striking in their depth—even more captivating against the opulent backdrop. Her long raven hair was swept into an elegant updo, accentuating the dignified grace of a woman born to nobility.
A smile instantly curved at the corner of her lips as she caught sight of her guests entering.
"Welcome, welcome… Count and Lady Drunham," she greeted warmly.
She stepped forward with hands lightly clasped before her waist, offering a slight, graceful incline of the head.
"How long has it been now?" she asked as she approached Lady Drunham, who lit up at the sight of an old friend.
"Yes, it truly has been far too long since we last met, my lady," Helen replied.
Count Veyron Drunham gave a polite bow in turn.
