A letter has arrived for me in the mail. It has come to my attention that our period of isolation will soon be over. There will be a Winter Ball this year, on the 31st of December.
I understand that the Manor has fallen into a bit of dust since we have not received guests in quite some time, but I expect that it will not be a challenge for you all. Furthermore, I require that the ballroom and a meal fit for our guests be prepared. I ask of you all to treat our guests with the utmost respect, like you are speaking with me. However, I don't foresee that to be a problem for any of you. I am lucky in that regard.
Now I also have one, very important task- you all are not to speak of the curse under any circumstance. Do not allow the guests to know of it, and hide your transformation if you must. We cannot allow anyone to know of it.
Once the ball is over, which I hope to be shortly after midnight, I open the ballroom to you all. Please enjoy yourselves. Consider it a many thanks for the work that will have been done. However, the ballroom must be cleaned and cleared by dawn.