Margaret glanced at Dracula before turning to her son. She stood from her chair and walked to him, she had no need to practice her grace, it just came naturally. She smiled at her son. "The ball will be held by the end of the week. I believe I already know who will win Juliet's heart." She smiled knowingly to her son.<br/><br/>Mercy raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "You must be joking. Surely you have something more fun planned than that." She scoffed as she stared at him. She was no supernatural being but she had a cold glare about her.