In no time, several people did last-minute preparations, with their targets in mind.
However, they weren't the only ones rushing to get things done.
In the palace, the head butlers, cooks and maids were almost plucking all their hair out during inspections.
"Stupid is what you are! If stupid was a person, it would look just like you!"
"Yes, Chef. I am stupid."
"Dammit! Where are the candle boys? We need more candles here. With the dull weather, we cannot rely solely on electric lights! All ballroom candles will be lit alongside electric lights!"
"Say it with me, you are a potato. Say it! Say: I Am A Potato... because that's how you make me feel right now!"
The palace's bustling state only grew heavier and heavier as time sped up.
Even the gardeners were in a pickle, rushing to reshape the many visible lawns and paths one will have to drive through to get to the massive ballroom.
