<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/gfyjd_jpg.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Albert Godfrey<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The foyer<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ella Price<br/><strong>When:</strong>1pm<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albert moved to the front door as swiftly as a man half his age as he looked at Ella, a sly smile coming to his lips as he took her in. Albert was a man of many secrets himself, but he always suspected that there was more this woman than what she presented to Lord Greymore and his<em>companion</em>. "You will be riding with myself and Lord Greymore's footman, he is gathering the carriages now. You will only speak if spoken to and you only serve Lord Greymore, is this understood? Lord Weston can be demanding in his own right and it is best to remember that once we are in his house, if Lord Greymore lents us to the others servitude for this dinner, we are to abide by that. I personally want nothing to do with it as I find the whole matter ghastly, but I am at the service of Lord Greymore and so are you..remember that above all else."<br/><br/>Albert saw one of the men from the stables bringing up the smaller of two carriages, "You will ride in that one as I have said.." Albert studied the entire contraption himself as he stepped outside.<br/><br/>"What's that?" He snapped as he lost his composure when he seemingly left the confines of the house. "She can ride on the luggage tow for all I care..she is only his companion and will be nothing more..." He said it rather low, and the voice was hardly the calm collected one most would be used to, it was bitter and cold and clearly one that was full of disapproval.