"If we're talking about being uncultured, I think the words Mrs. Todd spoke today would win that title without a doubt."
A calm and clear voice echoed unhurriedly, light yet distinct, resonating with authority in everyone's ears.
Arabella Vanderbilt's raised hand stopped abruptly in mid-air.
She was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned to look towards the door.
At the entrance of the banquet hall opposite, someone was pushing a wheelchair slowly inside.
The woman in the wheelchair wore a hat and kept her head slightly lowered; from the stage, Arabella couldn't even see her chin.
But her hand trembled slightly, her starry eyes fixed intensely on the woman in the wheelchair, who was gradually approaching, as if she were a child taking tentative steps, cautiously turning to face the audience below the stage.
The crowd below once again made way, all eyes on the woman in the wheelchair, all curious.
"Who is it?"
"I don't know."
