Arabella Vanderbilt could naturally discern the Old Master's enfeebled state. With this in mind, she thought for a moment, then raised her hand to gather her shawl-length hair before tying it into a high ponytail with a hair tie.
Compared to the intellectual elegance she had displayed moments before, the high ponytail now added a touch of sharpness and efficiency.
She was of above-average height among women, with a tall and statuesque figure, delicate and flawless features, understated and graceful makeup, and hair meticulously tied up high, her face bearing the usual cool indifference.
Her unique aura of dominance was impossible to ignore—simply tying her hair up had instantly elevated her presence, exuding a spirited and valiant charm, as if she were as bracing as dawn's frost.
Having just watched "Joan of Arc Takes Command," Old Master Perkins's eyes lit up when they saw Arabella's valiant presence that suddenly came to life before him.
