<span style="color: #FF0000">Antoinette frowned. "What? Not even a hug from my baby sibling?," she plants her hands on her hips, quite the un-lady like thing to do. "Later after things settle down we're going to catch up dear brother." Oh how Allen had changed since taking up servitude for her majesty. Once upon a time he would have wrapped his arms around her in greeting. "Perhaps I can help move these objects? After all, many hands make light work.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Cecelia bows to Kyle as is proper decorum before leading the way back to the study. "Princess Taya's ankle was being wrapped when I was dismissed. The physician thinks that it should be alright if she doesn't stress it to much on the dance floor," Cecelia answers pleasantly. She holds the door to the study open for him, bowing slightly again as she does so. </span><br/><br/>Taya is not happy with the physicians diagnosis. Dancing is one of the best things about balls, along with the splendid food and wine. Taya must admit Allen had impeccable organizing skills. She sits perfectly still as her other maids work to pin her hair up in curls.