She met with Thomas on her way to the Ballroom.
"Your Grace, I was wondering where you were." He was always searching for her.
Beth sidestepped, avoiding the men carrying the miniature stature meant for the Ballroom. The Dowager Duchess had insisted on it. "What is wrong?"
"Have a care with that." Thomas yelled to the men when they stumbled. They apologized. "The last invitation has been sent out, and this letter came from your Aunt."
She received it. "Thank you. Have you asked the tables to be put close to the wall, by the windows?"
"I supervised it myself." His lips pulled slightly. "Do not worry, Your Grace. Your Ball would be grand."
She nodded. She did not need it to be grand, it should not be a flop. But he was right. There was nothing to bother about. "My instructor should be arriving soon, prepare for him. For now, ask Anna to come to my bedchamber."
"Of course, Ma'am."
Beth made for her room.
