Tristan couldn't believe it, the amount of plans it always seemed to take and the amount of conjoling it took to get his household ready. They were going to be hosting everyone who mattered! His birthday had to go perfect. He tried to calmly tell the servant to make the ball room dustless, and he meant dustless. He sighed as he escaped to the west wing. It was right on the coast, House Anell in its large estate was right on the shore. He rested in one of its arch ways staring into the ocean.
It helped calm him, and keep him civil towards new maids. He smiled as the small table in this little porch that jutted out from his second story with a great view, was filled with food by several servants. He wasn't sure if Madeline would join him today, but he hoped so, She seemed to be busy as well, It would be nice to catch up he thought and perhaps he could figure out more details of the event, He hoped it went perfect. He had already heard that one house couldn't make it. He justt hoped it wasn't a trend.