Daphne slowly crossed the doorway with a slow and distinguished walk. The host immediately recognized her, as did everyone else at the front desk, and was quick to greet her and help her remove her heavy, soft dark coat. That pale complexion and hypnotic green eyes were hard to forget. She was already so used to the good treatment her position had brought to her, and the fear her presence instilled.
"Mrs. Daphne Cornell!" She heard a voice with great devotion shout. "I am delighted to see you here."
"I would like to say the same thing," she replied extending her hand, "Pietro."
He took it and was about to kiss it, when she removed it without any qualms and turned her back on him.
"You certainly do not think I can allow someone of your category to kiss my hand, or make eye contact with a dame like me, do you?"
"Ouch!" He exclaimed with a wry smile. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty." He bowed his head inordinately and crossed his arms.
"I would set a bad example for those in my circle. At least you can say that you can have lunch in the same place as me."
They both exchanged looks in silence.
"Now if you will excuse me, I have some business to attend to." She strode to the door with a smooth step. "See you at the Bristol Club -It's true! They declined your application," she added before continuing. Mr. Abot just smiled and pressed his lips as the onlookers talked about what happened.
At the table, Evelyn and her mother, Laura, a woman with whom she shared the same facial features, sat waiting for Daphne, whom was greeted according to protocols. Minutes later, another young woman with dark hair and holding a briefcase in her hands, Mrs. Cornell's assistant, joined. It turned out that after Evelyn's failed attempts to find a good candidate, she decided to leave everything in the hands of her insistent mother, and she knew that there was no one better at fixing marriages than the queen of society herself.
"I am very honored to be chosen to secure a candidate for the Contessa di Bristol herself; you flatter me."
Daphne asked Evelyn to get up to check on her figure, and the details were swift. Laura seemed more interested in the arrangement: her eyes were shining as she talked about the physical and financial details she desired in her future son-in-law, from whom she didn't expected so little do to her highly reputed daughter.
Evelyn, on the other hand, decided to distract herself with countless desserts and glasses of wine, forgetting her composure in front of Mrs. Cornell. Every now and then she joined the conversation, and considering the change her life would take caused her to unintentionally wrinkle her face, and to feel a weight on her shoulders, so she preferred to focus on her appetite.
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