Lady Arabella's facade crumbled imperceptibly, her carefully constructed mask of composure slipping ever so slightly as the true implications of Mila's statement sank in.
At first, there was a flicker of confusion in her eyes, a moment of hesitation as she processed the subtle jab hidden within Mila's seemingly innocent remark.
As the realization dawned on her, a shadow of annoyance darkened Lady Arabella's features, her lips pressing into a thin line as she struggled to maintain her outward composure.
Behind the facade of grace and sophistication, there was a simmering undercurrent of frustration, a subtle acknowledgment of the fact that Mila had outmaneuvered her in this particular exchange.
Lady Arabella's subtle twitch of her expression didn't go unnoticed by Mila, and she found it amusing that even though the woman in front of her might be a great actress, if she hits the right nail, the facade Lady Arabella constructed can easily crumble.
