(All, Arya)<br/><br/><br/>It wasn't long, due to the delays, before a few early guests had begun to trickle in. Elizabeth had taken the letter proffered from the servant courier and read the elegant writing therein that she was so familiar with. So, there would likely be a new lady in the house. Her pale brows rose a degree as she considered the message. She wasn't so much put off by Vlad's absence, after all, he was a man and it was only natural that a man would need time, given any circumstances. Her right hand drifted up and she subtly flicked her wrist at the servant to dismiss him.<br/><br/>And so Elizabeth slipped the letter into the cup of her bra after folding it up and her magical smile brightened her features up as she greeted first one, then another arrival. The entire property, minus some of the private quarters were open to party guests, and so those who weren't interested in the foods offered by the caterers soon filtered away to nose through some portion of the estate or another. On occasion, she would glance up to see if she spotted the human woman who would be coming here as proposed in the letter from Vlad. Finally, her gaze did fall on a vivacious young lady who was creeping into the foyer with a mixture of suspicion and caution on her face. Their eyes met and the woman clumsily backed into one of the servers.<br/><br/>Elizabeth smiled in a genuine way that only the most practiced hostess could manage. She slowly approached the young woman and then stopped at an appropriate distance of perhaps two feet from where she awkwardly stood. Slowly, she lifted her slender, pale hand up and extended her arm out to Arya so that they might shake hands, as was the custom in these times. "Welcome to our home. You must be Arya Grace? If that is the case, I am so pleased to make your acquaintance," she began in perfect English -- too perfect because it immediately flagged her as a foreigner.<br/><br/>"My name is Elizabeth Tsar," she said, the smile poised politely and her dark gaze resting serenely on the comely features of the young woman who stood before her.<br/><br/>"Are you hungry? If so, I have been told that the caterers have prepared some delicious food. Shall I show you into the dining room?" Elizabeth shifted ever so slightly and held out her other hand in the direction of the dining room in question. "I have gone to great lengths to decorate it in such a...fun way. Come," she said and slowly began to encourage the girl to follow her.