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Constance heard what Ralph had to say and nodded. However, she didn't really have the time. The hour was ticking away and if she wanted to look her best, she needed every moment of it. "I don't really have a moment, I need to get ready, and it will seems suspicious if I'm late. I will join in the passing and sharing of information later. Sorry." Constance wasn't trying to withhold anything, but if Sam really had talked to Jeanne, she might have passed on the same information to him about Miguel. Though maybe there was the information about the grandfather and the stairs?

She shook her head as she headed to her room and bid the others good bye till later. Was it a sound idea to go to her room alone? Probably not. Did she have any better ideas? Also probably not. Constance had one thing really on her mind in that moment and it was to get ready for the ball. She went to find her dress and hung it up and set up her little steam device to go while she worked on her make up and hair. She would catch up with the others if she had time left over. If not, after the ball.

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The meeting being so close to her room was perfect. She could easily get changed after tonight. Millicent remained unsure if sharing every piece of info was smart. She knew someone had access to their secrets, and she wasn't sure it was the same person who killed Renee and Miguel. But it seemed the others were keen to share. Plus, it could lay the groundwork for her theory.

"Okay, so Brendan and I looked into the connection between Renee and Richard. We know that there was a paternity test done, right? So we sort of confronted Richard about it. The man has...issues. Memory issues. He spoke about Renee and her mother, as he had just seen them the other day. Richard and Renee's mother was a thing. It's what led to Renee's birth. But Richard said he didn't know about Renee, but said he knew what she did for work. It was a pretty obvious lie, but I think he's telling the truth. I don't think he's involved in her death. According to him, Eleanor has the final say, and Eleanor wouldn't have picked Renee if she didn't feel Renee was worth it. Someone knew about the connection between Richard and Renee, though. We saw it in the text. If it isn't Eleanor, then someone submitted Renee to come here, knowing that connection, and likely had Eleanor agree to it. I still think Eleanor has a strong motive, but any of the family members could be involved. It would impact them too if it came out that Renee was Richard's daughter."

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Tony glanced over when Ralph told him and Constance about the meeting that was happening. "Thanks, but I'll catch up later. Hopefully I'll have much more to share then, anyway." After responding he proceeds to his room to get ready.

Time was already running short, but fortunately, black tie made things very simple. Retrieving his tuxedo and his travel steamer from his luggage, he immediately got to work on making it look presentable. Working carefully but quickly, Tony steams out the wrinkles from the jacket, shirt, pants, and—after checking his watch to make sure he wasn't running late—even the cummerbund. Fortunately the bowtie looked fine, so with that done he started polishing his black oxfords. Less than half an hour to get ready was definitely pushing it, but fortunately they did not need too much work to be back to looking their best.

Checking his watch again, time was definitely running short, but luckily everything was more or less ready. Pleased with how quickly that was accomplished, Tony went to go freshen up a bit in the bathroom while waiting for everything to finish drying. As he did so, he couldn't help but to chuckle as he wondered whether any of the others—besides Constance, of course—would actually do black tie attire correctly. It didn't seem likely.

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Ralph finished getting dressed in his suit. He stepped into the bathroom, and ran some water over his hands so he could fix his hair, slicking it back.

“Do we have a game plan for how to do this party?” Ralph shifted. He was not a party person. He had been to a fair amount of black ties due to his profession. However, he preferred his plane. God, he would much rather be flying than dealing with this. They had a few more minutes left to figure out how to get through this ball.

He knew dinner would be served during it. There also seemed like there would be some sort of presentation.
“Question, Elenore makes the final vote for who comes here. Didn’t someone say something last night about their vote for the finalist?” He froze the conversation coming back to him. “That was when Renee slammed her head into his nose. He told Lena he wouldn’t vote for Renee. Lena nominated Renee.”

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Rhiannon mused over Millicent’s findings and Ralph’s realization. ”It could be possible that Lena knew about Renee’s parental origins then. If we are tagging her with the blackmail angle. It would be a good scandal and cause a decent bit of drama that might lead to someone making a mistake and taking her or both of them out of the will. Which is what Lena confessed to trying to do. Lawrence is hot-headed enough and has been accused of killing a co-worker. Lena could have staged the whole thing, knowing Renee would be murdered without lifting a finger. Although, how does she plan to frame Lawrence with that? Then there’s Miguel. Assuming he got close to outing whoever, was it Lena or someone else? But I definitely don’t think Lena did this alone. She had help. Either another family member or a staff member. Maybe one of the ones she hired to put the blackmail in our rooms?”

The possibility of getting closer to figuring out who killed Renee sent a pleasant tingle through Rhiannon. They stood up and stretched. Rhi needed to get back to the room and change before supper, but they felt they had debriefed enough. ”We could split up during dinner, try talking to people one on one, they might be a bit more forthcoming that way.”

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Constance looked at herself in the mirror as she gently applied her eyeliner and eye shadow and sighed. How had this weekend gotten so... messy? Well, she knew how it had gotten so messy, and it had all started with the blackmail. No. It clearly had started well before then. Hadn't Lawrence said something about Renee about the night before? She was trying to remember what he had yelled when her curling iron beeped at her that it was ready. The hair style she had picked wasn't ornate, but needed some curls.

Once she finished her hair style Constance moved out to the main room to get dressed. She tugged on her undergarments and then turned to the dress and smiled. Modest enough, but just showed enough skin to tantalize a certain someone. She chuckled to herself as she slid it on and then went to check herself over once more. She made sure not a hair was out of place, no make up was smeared and everything was good. She then took out her heels and went to put them on and slid them on. She was glad that she had gotten a pedicure before she had arrived, as her feet had needed it.

She gently plucked a shawl out of her bag and wrapped it around herself and walked out of her room, and went to wait for Tony. Of course a lady like herself needed a gentleman escort after all.