Before Malgarius left his chamber, there was a knock at the door. Oliver, his guard, entered and gave a brief report.
"The ball is set to start soon, my lord," Oliver said. "Everything is in place and the guests are arriving. The preparations are complete, and it's shaping up to be a successful event."
"Good," Malgarius said, a glimmer in his eyes. "The night is young, and so are the nobles. There's no telling what could happen."
Oliver nodded. "I have a good feeling about this, my lord. Tonight will be memorable, I'm sure."
With a satisfied grin, Malgarius adjusted his collar and prepared to join the party. As he was about to leave, he stopped in his tracks and turned back to Oliver.
"Wait," he said. "How is the girl? Has she settled in well?"
Oliver nodded. "She's adapting, my lord. The servants report that she's been following the house rules and seems to be getting accustomed to her new surroundings."
"Has she prepared for the ball?"
