Chapter 33: The Unexpected Visitor

"What's going on, Greta?" Eleanor asked as she descended the grand staircase, her slippers lightly tapping against the polished marble steps. The usually serene household was bustling with activity. Servants rushed about, meticulously rearranging furniture, polishing silverware, and adorning the walls with fresh flowers.

Greta, walking a step behind her, glanced around uneasily. "I'm not sure, My Lady. I haven't been told anything specific. Would you like me to inquire?"

Eleanor reached the base of the stairs, her gaze scanning the controlled chaos. Her mother, Duchess Aveline, emerged from the dining room, her posture as rigid as ever, but her expression betrayed an unusual tension.

"No need," Eleanor murmured, already calling out, "Mother!"

Duchess Aveline turned sharply, her expression softening when she spotted her daughter. "Eleanor! Why are you still not preparing?"

"Preparing for what?" Eleanor frowned, confused by the sudden urgency.