Chapter 30 - Thirty
Four days had flown by in a blur of turning pages and scribbled notes. Suzy had devoured six of the ten hefty books on the history and traditions of the Carleton Ball, their contents meticulously analyzed and summarized in her own handwriting.
Taking a break from her self-imposed studies, Suzy stretched and rubbed her tired eyes. The sheer volume of information was daunting, but a strange sense of satisfaction fueled her determination. Perhaps it was the challenge, the need to prove herself capable, or maybe a spark of genuine interest in the history and traditions of the Carleton Ball.
Whatever the reason, Suzy found herself immersed in the world of past duchesses and elaborate festivities. A knock on the door startled her from her thoughts.
"Come in," she called out, her voice a little hoarse from disuse.
The door creaked open and Doris entered carrying a tray.
"Milady," Doris announced with a slight bow, her gaze falling upon the open books and scattered parchments. "I believe you requested some snacks?"
Suzy’s stomach rumbled in agreement. "Indeed, Doris," she replied, a smile gracing her lips. "And might I add, the aroma of roasted chicken is simply divine."
Doris chuckled softly. "That, Milady, seems to be a coincidence. The Duke instructed the cook to prepare roasted chicken for dinner tonight."
Suzy’s eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" she exclaimed, a touch of amusement in her voice. "Well, then, tonight’s dinner just became all the more appealing."