She's clearly making a statement.
Forcing her to measure herself against a scale in her own mind!
Weighing her worth—how does she compare, and what qualifications does she have to set foot across the Russo Family's threshold?
You don't say it, I don't say it—everyone knows it without needing words.
But to spell it out would only make her appear overbearing, manipulative, and petty.
Just a few simple words have rendered tonight's arrangements somewhat absurd.
With a faint curl of her lips, she turned to Arabella Vanderbilt and smiled:
"Why can't we all just sit for tea together?" Selvia Todd asked with a feigned look of confusion, glancing over her shoulder momentarily, her gaze sweeping past the dozen or so guards, before smiling again.
"Were you talking about them? My apologies, I don't normally bring all of them with me. I just asked someone to pick me up, but it seems the family arranged for this many to come along. Did they scare you?"
Scare her?