You look at her, feeling a mixture of fear and intrigue. Her beauty is undeniable, but there's something unsettling about her gaze. "I'm just a guest, Lady Bela. I don't know what your mother sees in me.

I stand there, not showing any fear, and look her in the eyes. "I'm not sure, but I suppose Lady Dimitrescu sees something in me that she finds interesting.

I look at her, a mix of curiosity and caution in my eyes. "Well, I'm not sure what I've done to earn such a high opinion from Lady Dimitrescu." I take a step back, trying to maintain some distance between us.