The next day arrived fast.
Backstage, the air smelled like polished wood and nervous excitement.
Julius stood with his arms crossed, watching two girls, Rosalina's helpers, holding clipboards full of lists.
"Is everything going well?" he asked.
"Yes," one of the girls said quickly.
"Though the crowd isn't as big as yesterday's. But there are people. Most of them are nobles."
"Hmm?" Julius raised an eyebrow. "No commoners?"
"There are some," the other girl answered, "but not many. Only a few."
"Alright." Julius stroked his chin, thinking. "You may go now. Make sure everything runs smoothly."
"Yes, sir!"
The two girls bowed, pulled back the curtain, and stepped out onto the stage.
Julius turned and walked out from behind the curtain.
Rosalina was standing alone in the narrow hallway, her face twisted in a deep frown.
Her lips moved silently, she was clearly arguing with herself.
"Hmm?" Julius made a soft sound as he walked closer. "Who are you talking to, babe?"
