Edmund had maneuvered his food on the plate to give the impression that very little remained; it was something he had been doing since childhood. He was glad to see the plate go. Dessert was much easier to handle, in fact he could stomach sweet things rather well.<br/>As everyone departed after dinner, Edmund proceeded to arrange the carriage for himself and Juliet. Just before dinner he had already sent a message to the owner of his visit, the messenger returned with given permission and keys to the stable.<br/>He lingered a moment before calling on Juliet, his father had taught him to never rush a lady and so he sat idly, watching the clock until it was the appropriate time to knock on her door.<br/><br/>Owen was not entirely surprised when his mother informed him of the ball, it was only a matter of time until his parents were going to offer their 'assistance' in the search for a wife. Juliet was evidence of that. With a sigh, he climbed the stairs in search of his brothers. Romeo and Logan were conveniently in the same room. "Our parents are planning a ball in our honour, we're all expected to be there," he said, leaning against the door frame. He refused to go in further, Romeo's taste in decorating his room -as well as his fragrances- were an offense to the sense, in Owen's opinion.<br/><br/>Even after months away, the couple's bedroom was as it was always been. The servants put away their things after being assured they would be staying for a while. Dracula stood at the large window, admiring the roses below; it was among the few things he missed being away from England. The roses grew beautifully, much like the woman they were planted for.