White clear specks of snow flies down from heaven. It is December 12, 1888 in London, England. At the Crystalline Manor, Sabrina is preparing invitations to the Winter Ball that will take place at her mansion on Friday evening. 'Which nobles should I invited to the ball?'
*knock-knock* Sabrina looks up from her paperwork to see who is at the door.
"Come in Christopher." Sabrina tells her butler. As Christopher opens the door of her study room he places Chamomile Tea on the side of her desk. She thanks her butler and takes a small sip of the tea.
"I have noticed my lady that you are struggling with the preparations for the ball." Christopher states as he walks behind his mistress to rub her shoulders.
"I do not know who the appropriate nobles to invite for this Friday's ball." Sabrina tells Christopher.
"Shall I select the nobles that would be necessary to include for the ball for you?" Christopher offers assistance.
"Yes please." Sabrina hands Christopher the list of high nobles