George asked for a list of people that I planned to invite. He said that I should note down as many as possible which made me think just how long my list should look like. I took it as though I had to come up with a sensible one, so I jotted down all the people that I could think of. Those that were particularly close to me and some who are not on my bad side.

I put down my two best friends, the whole student council, some friends I met in the academy, and let us not forget Countess Miller too.

I gave it to George afterward in wide-smiles, assuming that it was enough. George only stared at the list for a moment and shakes his head. I was confused. Is my list too long for him? I kind of invited everyone in the council and some ladies in my class.

He then started writing down names in swift strokes, adding more to the bunch. I watched him as he wrote names one by one, which were all unfamiliar.

.

The list we came up in the end was longer than I had thought. It was like we were going to invite all the people of Rosenthal at this rate. I saw it, it was three pages. I don't even know how he knows so many people.

"Why so many? Who are these?" I asked as I sifted through the list.

"People from the nobility of course," George answered as a matter of factly.

I looked at him, "But I don't know them?"

"They are necessary for milady's social debut. Milady is a marquis' daughter, this is only natural," he added and added another name to my bewilderment.

'What the heck... Are we going to have a birthday party or a festival? Which is which?'

"I will give this unfinished list to the master. Please tell me if you want to add someone so we could tally the invitations that are to be sent," he mentioned, wearing that same poker face of his.

"I don't think there are," I answered.

'We kind of had added almost everyone in and he wants me to think of more?'

After that episode with the list that is still 'unfinished', said George, I was now being interviewed for the type of food I wanted there.

"I don't know... Something edible? Delicious?" I muttered and scratched my head, "Can you all just decide?"

Yes, I am pushing the work on them. As I have said, I hate thinking of something. I honestly don't care about the food as long as we can eat it. If they continued asking me that, I would spout random food I could think of. Like spaghetti, steak and so on, which is not common here you know.

And what do I know about the food menu anyway? All I can do is eat...

He must have seen it clearly on my face, so he dropped the subject.

"Then about the music..."

George was about to ask me for the music and shiet when he saw me looking at him blankly. Both of us went silent. You could even hear the crickets in the distance.

'He was just asking me about music, wasn't he? What do I know???'

It was as bright as the day that I have no clue, and that I wouldn't even give one appropriate answer, so he did not question me further and started writing down again.

It was a mutual understanding.

'Don't worry George, I will cheer for you at the sidelines!'

"Gambatte!" I voiced out, raising my right fist to add more flair.

George glanced at me with a puzzled expression but remained tight-lipped.

'Gambatte everyone!'

------------------**

"Good Afternoon Lady Nadia."

That was the first thing I heard as soon as I got down from my room. It was Adele and her two assistants, Nubadi and Batthew. She smiled at me so brightly that I almost got blinded by it, it must have been the effect of the sun behind her.

Even though I was perplexed, I still responded to her.

"Good Afternoon..."

Adele grinned again, "We are here to plan your dresses! Come in!" she exclaims and clapped her hands once.

As soon as she did that, more people appeared behind her, wheeling in racks and racks of gowns. I gawked at them as they entered the mansion one by one.

"Dresses...?" I murmured, gaping at the rows at the sides.

George came out from the shadows and addressed Adele.

Both of my brows looked like they were going to be united together.

'But I have so many already?? Most of it isn't even used!'

I looked at George who immediately guessed what was on my mind.

"No can do. Milady should have a new dress specifically for this occasion," he stated firmly.

'Ehh?'

"This way please," he then ushered Adele and her team while I watched them as they retreated.

"How do you like it to be?" Adele inquired as soon as we situated ourselves in the West Hall.

We were both sitting on the sofa, facing one another. She then handed me a very familiar portfolio.

"Here's the brochure of the current trends in ball gowns," she started then pointed at a particular page-- "This one is quite popular for young ladies today," she added in an enthusiastic voice.

The dress she was pertaining to was all puffy, a typical ball gown that had looked heavy. She then flipped through the pages, letting me have a glimpse. Everything I see would either make me into a balloon and can turn into a balloon. It's full of ribbons too!

Errr...

Adele must have noticed my lack of reaction so she brought out another portfolio for me to choose from.

We had spent the whole day trying out everything in her arsenal. She then tries to come up with an on the spot designs, making me her doll model as she pins strips of fabric on me. In the end, I chose nothing. I feel so sorry for them to be honest, they were really doing their best.

"Sorry about this," I sighed and apologized at Adele using my eyes.

Adele only gave me a smile, "Don't worry about it, Lady Nadia! The Marquis had given us enough to measure up for your every need."

'Really? Let us not ask how much it is...'

"I can definitely design a dress for you!" Adele stated, sounding determined.

She seems so fired up. I can see it in her eyes.

'Good luck with that...'