Isabella’s voice remained steady, although her jaw tightened subtly. “I take genuine pride in thoughtful organization, sir, because remarkable works deserve accessibility and appreciation rather than decorative neglect.”
Frederick laughed openly, his amusement edged with cruelty. “One might assume you actually read those volumes, considering the passionate defense you present.”
“I do read them regularly,” Isabella replied evenly. “Your host possesses several exceptional editions whose marginal annotations reveal fascinating intellectual histories.”
Sebastien felt a quiet shift within himself, recognizing that Isabella perceived nuances he had overlooked entirely, despite ownership without engagement.
The friends exchanged dismissive laughter as Isabella exited gracefully, leaving behind an atmosphere charged with uncomfortable introspection.
Frederick’s eyes gleamed suddenly with mischievous calculation. “Sebastien, your annual philanthropic gala approaches swiftly, presenting a perfect opportunity for entertainment accompanied by measurable stakes.”
Sebastien frowned cautiously. “Explain precisely what you are proposing, Frederick, before enthusiasm accelerates beyond reason.”