Seventeenth

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"Did you make sure that this is a pile of fifty plates?"  Servants at Nouveau estate walked back and forth. The Marchioness' meticulous eye and taste added complexity to their work. She would ask them to change details in lighting or put away decoration, even if they spent an hour putting the pieces all together. If they could only find a new employer, they already did. The Count had connections. For sure, it would be difficult to find a new one once he pissed him off.  "Great job! If this event was successful, expect an additional pay."  Maids ignored the offer. They heard the same dialogue countless times; they didn't receive a single penny.  "Wow, what a fantastic decor! You must shine among everyone else. After all, this is our day." Gerald said. "I'll get going."  The event has

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