Penelope and Dimia soon finished their baths and headed off to the ballroom to see how things were going along there. Upon stepping inside, she saw rather quickly just how much there was to be done before the party. At the time, the servants were busy cleaning every last inch of the room that they could. Penelope found it a bit interesting to watch them. They nearly operated like a mini battalion, breaking off into small groups to handle certain tasks and parts of the room. It certainly gave the knight a newfound respect for their efficiency. 

She also found out that despite Dimia demeaning of their work, she got along rather well her head servant, who was an older woman named Addy. The two spoke formally with each other but each clearly held a great deal of respect for the other. That aside, Dimia seemed pleased with the servants and their work, voicing her approval to the older woman. Feeling confident that they would be ready on time, she advised Penelope to return to her room to put on her dress and then meet back up with her after. 

Penelope followed her instructions without arguments and returned to her room. Now inside, she headed over to where she had stored the dress she had bought and unfolded it. Looking over the expensive piece, she was still pleased with her purchase but the test would be seeing how it fit. If worse came to worse, she could always seek assistance from Naida and borrow something from her if she found the dress wasn't flattering enough. Taking in a breath, she slipped into the dress. Luckily it seemed to fit fine. It fell smoothly around her body and didn't seem overly tight or big. The only slight issue she had with it was that it was slightly more low cut at the chest than she was used to. 

Deciding to ignore the slight discomfort, she ran her hands over the soft fabric and took in a deep breath as she was hit again with just how close the party was. Shaking off her nerves, Penelope collected herself and headed out of the room to return to the Lenz's, whom she assumed were also in the process of getting ready. Traveling down the corridors, she felt a bit out of place in the extravagant dress. Some of the guards she past stared at her, clearly noticing her change from armor to dress. Penelope avoided their gazes, feeling a bit embarrassed, and hurried off to the Lenz's room. As she knocked, it was Oliver this time who answered. 

"Oh Penelope welco-" his gaze drifted over her. He blinked, seeming to catch himself and quickly lifted his gaze back up to meet hers. "-come. Come on inside, Dimia's just fixing her hair at the moment."

"Uh, thanks." Penelope dipped her head to the nobleman and walked into the room. Dimia was settled at the desk, having set up a small mirror, and the tentatively creating a complex braided pattern. Using the mirror to see behind her, a smirk crossed over the noblewoman's features as she eyed Penelope's dress. 

"Huh, well who knew, you actually have a decent body when you put it in the right clothing." Dimia snickered. 

"Thanks." Penelope responded dryly, rolling her eyes. 

"What are you going to do for your hair and makeup?" Dimia asked curiously. 

"I don't really wear makeup... And what's wrong with my hair? I've always just worn it down for parties." Penelope said, running her fingers through her wavy brown hair. 

Dimia pursed her lips together. "Yes, and you've also never hosted a party.. You need to style your hair properly otherwise it'll be a complete mess by the time you speaking to everyone what with dancing and all." she gave an exasperated sigh. "I'll let the makeup slide, but I'm doing your hair as soon as I finish mine!"