In the brilliantly lit banquet hall.
Old Madam Scott, dressed in an auspicious red peony Tang suit with jet-black hair, appeared spirited and lively.
Mrs. Hamilton, holding a carefully selected gift in both hands, offered her blessings and complimented without coming across as overly fawning, "Old Madam, you truly know how to take care of yourself. Just look at your hair, so dark and shiny, better than ours. You seem to get younger as you live, while we just get older."
With a rich and kindly face, Old Madam Scott touched her hair and chuckled, "Heh heh, you sure have a way with words."
Someone came over to take Mrs. Hamilton's gift.
Another person came to give a gift, and Mrs. Hamilton tactfully stepped back, then deftly mingled among the crowd of distinguished ladies and daughters of noble families.
Amelia Clarke glanced around indifferently, searching the room, but didn't spot Owen Moreland.