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The chef smiled warmly at them and gestured to the seats. Juliana curtsied and took one, suppressing the urge to fist pump at their success. "The master of this manor had sent a request to me, asking if I could cater for a very special event. I've never seen him - or her - but I was told this would be the perfect time to test my skills. I don't know much about this ball, really. I came for the challenge of a long event, since I've only ever done short caterings. Though the master never did tell me how long this would last..."
Juliana, now downcast, had to resist slumping in her chair. Instead, she thought. *How can I get more information? The letter had to say some more in it... either she knows and isn't allowed to tell, or she just doesn't realize how important the information may be...* She studied the chef, who was watching the group, probably waiting for a response. *No, she must know something. She seems too smart to be fooled.* "Why did you take the job if you didn't know the length of it?"
This seemed to shock the woman, and Juliana allowed a small smile. *Got her.*