The next morning, preparations started early at dawn. The calendar marked just one missing day to the ball.
When Roselyn woke up, both her sisters were already awake.
A wonderful smell entered her room, of chocolate and biscuits. It had been years since she smelled freshly baked biscuits and heard the noises of the pan hitting the edges while it was removed from the oven.
She walked to the kitchen to find all her family, including maids baking dozens of biscuits. Some biscuits were filled with chocolate, others with jams, the last ones weren't filled.
"Hmmm," Roselyn said, smiling and checking the vast variety of biscuits, trying to figure out which one to pick and taste.
"Don't dare!" Abigail threatened, pointing her finger, after understanding her intentions.
"But there is enough for an army!" Roselyn complained.
"Just one," Sharon commented, who was fitting the biscuits inside the baskets.
