"Wednesday." It didn't give them a whole lot of time but Amadeus knew that was the idea. Make it so there wasn't much time to plan anything against him while at the same time not being so rude as to wait too the very last moment to send out invitations. It was a very delicate balance and just one more piece of the game.
Amadeus was getting too old for this shit. Yet it was a game he knew how to play and one he had to continue. For now.
"Well, I think we can skip the gold body paint and booty shorts if that's what you're asking," Amadeus teased. Luckily with it being a Ventrue party and not a Toreadors one they wouldn't be expected dress too out there but still dressed to impressed.