08-13-2019, 11:22 AM
Claude thought for a moment. The 8th? There was something... oh! The ball. He was planning on getting work at the event, but work away from it sounded much more better - less of a hassle and less of a chance of being made to dance with the farm girls by their fathers despite the fact he was trying to work. Although it seemed odd that this well off man wouldn't go. Maybe he didn't know? Or maybe the Butler would be here instead?
...Not that Claude cared...
"I can do, what time sir?"
...Not that Claude cared...
"I can do, what time sir?"