A servant answered the door.  The woman wore a veil covering her face and upper body, the uniform of one of the handmaiden's for the House's family.  She was not alone either.  Eliza herself was not visible, at first through the cracked door, but as the servant saw it was Nadira, she pushed the door wider to reveal Eliza<br/><br/>She sat next the window in a tall-backed chair positioned so she could look out at the rainy world as she was cleaned and plucked and prepared by her servants.  They had just finished undressing her needlessly intricate garments and now Eliza was sitting in a long, night-blue Chimera-silk sleeping gown.  It was a multicolored luxurious fabric, and in Eliza's opinion, it was all too disappointing that so few people got to see the way she looked in it.<br/><br/>When Eliza saw it was Nadira, she raised her hand and beckoned her in, "Ah, Sister Nadira, come in, come!"  Her voice sounded genuinely excited.   A servant pulled the pin that held her long, blonde hair up and it fell onto her shoulders.  With that done, Eliza made a shooing motion to the handmaidens.  They all bowed obediently and shuffled from the room.<br/><br/>"How go the preparations?"  She asked sounding positively giddy.  "I've never thrown an event quite like this before, and I'm not sure how good a job I've done!"  She said.  "I should ask you!"  She said struck by a brilliant idea, "What do you think of this as a finger food:  Ambrosian Oysters laced with just enough Spice to keep things interesting.  That should get our little soiree off on the right foot, don't you think?"