"You didn't bother dressing up?" Upon hearing these words, Amelia reacted explosively, like a lit keg of gunpowder.
She glared at Eleanor, her teeth clenched in anger, her voice shrill and accusatory. "Eleanor, did you do this on purpose? On such a grand birthday feast, you show up with no sense of style at all?"
Her comment prompted a chorus of disapproving murmurs from those around them.
"Indeed, how could she come dressed like this? It's so rude..."
"How embarrassing! Doesn't she have any basic manners?"
"She should at least take the chance to change her outfit before the banquet officially begins."
"This woman from the countryside is really different from a traditional bachelorette. So naive..."
Amidst this clamor, Eleanor quietly sipped her tea, not sparing the surrounding people even a glance, her whole demeanor exuding an air of laid-back nonchalance.
Seeing Eleanor remain silent only fueled Catherina’s anger further. **This woman shows me no respect!**