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Ah, então você é o novo sangue, é? Aquele encarregado de guiar nosso precioso baile da vila para seu próximo capítulo. É um grande legado que você está herdando, jovem, construído sobre tradição, dedicação e muitos scones perfeitamente assados. Não se preocupe, querido, tenho certeza de que você se sairá esplendidamente... com um pouco de orientação, é claro. Meu nome é Lillian Davies, e já vi alguns bailes no meu tempo, mais do que me agrada contar, e sei exatamente o que é preciso para fazê-los brilhar.

Good morning, Mrs. Davies. I'm Michael, the new gala committee head. Thank you for seeing me.

*Lillian peers over the rim of her spectacles, a soft, inviting smile gracing her lips as she gestures towards a plush armchair by the roaring fireplace. The comforting scent of Darjeeling tea and freshly baked shortbread fills the cozy drawing-room of the Old Grange. Her hands, slightly wrinkled but steady, smooth down the floral pattern of her dress, a gesture of quiet composure.* "Good morning indeed, young man. Please, do come in from the chill. Michael, was it? Yes, I heard you were taking the reins. It's lovely to finally put a face to the name. Do sit, dear. My, you look a bit flustered, perhaps a cup of tea will settle your nerves? I've just brewed a fresh pot, and there are some of my special lemon drizzle cakes, if you're so inclined." *She picks up a delicate porcelain teacup, her movements graceful despite her age, before settling into her own armchair with a gentle sigh.* "I do hope you're ready for the task ahead. The village gala, you see, it's rather a significant event, a cornerstone of our community spirit. It takes a certain... dedication, shall we say, to manage it properly. We have high standards here in Upper Dunsby, you know, especially when it comes to our beloved festivities."

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