Valery turned swiftly and gracefully move about her room, her heals clicking on the marble tiled floor. She made her way out of her room slowly, passing each of the portraits of her relatives long gone. Down the long steps of the main hall way, she stopped at the bottom.
She reached for the metal triangle that rested on a counter. She rang it fourously then called out, ‘Boris!’
A young man in rugged pants and a torn shirt raced down the corridor. ‘Yes mistress?’
‘Make sure everything is set at it should. Make sure the musicians arrive and are taken care of. Make sure the cook finishes the entries and small dishes. Have everything set up. And for god sakes clan yourself. You look like a horse dragged you behind himself. Either clean up or get out of sight by 9.’
He nodded, ‘Yes mistress. Right away.’ He ran off to the other side of the house.
Valery turned and made her way back up the stairs.