"My Lord."
The moment Ulrich stepped across the threshold, a line of dressed servants bowed in perfect synchronization. He had dispatched couriers via the fastest merchant relays over a week ago, delivering orders to open the estate, staff the kitchens, and prepare the suites for future occupancy.
"Take them upstairs to their respective rooms," Ulrich said to the maid at the lead before turning his gaze back to the sisters hovering in the entryway. "You have until evening to be completely prepared. You may rest for now if you wish. However, bear in mind the time required to dress, secure the jewelry, and finalize your presentation; you will need several hours to get ready for the event. Take that timing into consideration."
He said without a trace of warmth, turned on his heel, and walked out of the mansion.
