Annabelle arrived just after the Russian guy started talking. She hung in the doorway, quiet, until he'd finished speaking. It was rude to interrupt a speech.
Any Mayfair would tell you that.
Once he was done, she offered him a polite smile by way of apology for lateness and entered the room fully. She could see Eleni's red hair, and though she knew it was in vain, Annabelle looked around for any other face she might recognize.
There were none, as she suspected. At least she wasn't disappointed. Or scared.