Saphira frowns, wondering why Cyrus came instead of the made she sent to get it. Grumbling she opens the door and saw Cyrus. "Thank you," She says politely. "Leave the roses until the ball please. Your not the first to try it." She hands the rose back to Cyrus, and closes the door. She chuckles softly, knowing many will be out to impress. She eats her meal quickly and got to cleaning her teeth. Once satisfied, she started putting on some make up.