<div style="text-align: justify;">While in Damon's house his poor mother trembled in fear and rushed off to fix some meager dinner to her husband, the McAllisters were sitting to a fancy dinner service. They had no guests around the house this night, but both were just as well dressed as they would be if they did. It was a tradition in that house. One always dressed up for dinner, and kept on his or her best behavior.<br/><br/>The food for the night was simple, though, a roasted chicken with potatoes. A bottle of wine sat on the table, and father and daughter kept polite conversation while they ate.<br/><br/>"Did you get any new letters stating whether or not people are attending our gathering?", Lord McAllister asked. <br/><br/>"Yes, sir. Lady Mildred and Lord Gosling happily confirm. Their daughter is a good girl, I am hoping her presence will be fun. Albert and Theresa are coming as well. They asked if they can bring the baby".<br/><br/>The man nodded. "Of course. We will arrange for him to be cared for while they mingle with the other guests". <br/><br/>Irina smiled and nodded. "Very well, father, I shall write for her after dinner".<br/><br/>Back in Damon's house, Alina sat a poor dinner in front of her husband and went to check on the girls. Her hand fixed his shirt, and the woman sighed softly. Three weeks, that was all the time she had with that man. In other circumstances, she wouldn't have the guts to send him away. But between him and her children, she could not hesitate.</div>