[center][color=seagreen][h1]Drake[/h1]
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[color=greenyellow][b]Attire:[/b][/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/MzbZEo0.png]Black/Green Coat[/url], Black Dress Pants, and Black Shoes
[color=greenyellow][b]Time:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Morning of the 25th[/color] 
[color=greenyellow][b]Location:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Edwards Estate[/color]
[color=greenyellow][b]Mentions:[/b][/color][color=seagreen] Duchess and Victoria Edwards, Count Calbert[/color][/color]

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[color=green]6:45am[/color]

The events of last night from the Cabaret were a bit of a blur. From what Drake could immediately recall as he rose groggily from his bed-sheets, there was a short card game amidst some cheeky banter that lead into a rowdy duel of sorts - the events at other tables were muffled but faded into the background as Drake tried to recall who may have been there. [color=greenyellow]”Perhaps my mind needs a light breakfast to clear things up…”[/color]

Drake spent some time doing some early morning stretches - making sure to ease every ache and pop every joint he could reach until he felt his usual limber self. A quick morning hygienic routine followed by an in-depth application of a few skin and hair products made for a rather dashing young gentleman so early in the morning. In his morning loose shirt and linen pants he strode into the dining room and had the butlers cook up an exemplary breakfast of toast and eggs - which were consumed in posthate. Drake would make sure to stop by and give some last minute instructions to the cooks in charge of the upcoming party preparations and would wish his parents a proper greeting before returning to his chambers.

[color=green]8:00am[/color]

After some breakfast, and some greetings and happy birthday wishes he would politely return with “Thank yous” and customary bows of gratitude - Drake made his way back to his chambers to prepare for the day. He looked through his closet, thinking of who would attend and what he should wear, and finally decided on a rather ordinary yet stylish green jacket with a black undercoat - paired with black shirt, pants, and shoes to match. A gentle spritz of his favorite scent of cologne, cedarwood, and Drake felt ready to take on the day.

The young lord grabbed a nearby folder, fitted with sheets of music he had been on and off practicing for the past several weeks. He steadied his nervous breath and began making his way to the study, where a replica piano was currently staged in the absence of the normal grand piano that was there. Drake had requested another one specifically so he could practice in seclusion on the day of any events should the need arise - and he definitely feld one last practice run would do him good. He sat himself at the seat and began to perform several quick exercises memorized over countless years of practice, and once his fingers felt warmed up to his liking, he began to play.

[color=green]9:45am[/color]

What was supposed to be one quick practice run became several. The man’s frantic mistakes here and there were beginning to pile up, and Drake wondered if he was truly ready to perform today. But he steeled his nerves and gave it a few good tries and began to finally nail the performance properly. Once he managed to play his piece from start to finish three times in a row he finally had that surge of confidence to stop practicing into the ground. Drake looked over at the clock and jumped from his seat. [color=greenyellow]”Good heavens - I better get going!”[/color] The man quickly dashed out of his study and made his way towards the courtyard, ready to receive the guests that would be attending his party.

[color=green]10:00 am[/color]

He made his way over to his parents who he spotted almost immediately - he can tell his mother had been fussing with the help, based on how everyone who happened to walk towards her opted to take the very long detour around the visibly stressed woman. [color=greenyellow]”Good morning to you both, Mother and Father!”[/color] He extended his arms out for brief hugs with the two. He briefly whispered to his Father’s ear, [color=greenyellow]”Please tell me Ari can make it…and that no one forgot about her…”[/color] before returning to his regular upright posture in front of the two. [color=greenyellow]”Everything looks so immaculate! The tables are so well cleaned and the flowers and decorations are perfect.”[/color] He let out a satisfied sigh and smiled at his parents from ear to ear. His gaze wandered over to Count Damien whose presence he was surprised he even missed in the first place.

[color=greenyellow]”Count Damien! What a pleasure to see you in good health!”[/color] Drake offered a bow to the man followed by an offer of a handshake. [color=greenyellow]”I thank you so much for your attendance today - and if anything is desired feel free to let myself or the others know. Today is a day I want us all to enjoy as much as myself.”[/color] He made sure to exchange proper pleasantries with the Count - giving ample time for interactions before he would take up his post at the entrance to the estate. There, the man would greet any and all party guests enthusiastically - thanking them for their support and wishing them a good time while they see the beautiful home he’s grown up in.
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