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"Time of Roses"
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Setting: USS ANUBIS, Deck 1, Observation Lounge
Stardate: 30151.0900

Andromeda T'Leia, nodded politely to the new people, she was not a person that revealed in the spotlight.  

She congratulated Doctor Seska and the other's and then quietly slipped to the back of the room.  Her PaDD had gone into over load, and she looked at the messages.  She found a quiet corner and sat down, going over reports and news from home.   

Andromeda T'Leia read a note from a old friend, his Father had passed away.  She called up the Star Fleet florist and sent a customary flower to the family and also sent a plaque naming stone for Boothby's garden, with the decedant's name inscribed, she ask that it be placed over looking the San Francisco Golden Gate Bridge near the roses.

Andromeda T'Leia also responded to messages from the Balren family letting them know that she would be there as soon as she could.  oOo I wonder how long the train should be for the receiving line,  and did they get the right orchids for the Admiral's wife.....oOo it was crunch time, nearly midnight hour as her friends would say and she was alone in a crowded room, alone with all the details..

The next message beeped was letting her know that her slippers had arrived from her Mother.  Andromeda T'Leia sent an acknowledgment reply, the slippers were beautiful she had worn them at the last big function Star Fleet held.  

She sent her assistant on the Risa liner notes of final little details, making certain all would be right, like the name of the Liner she had been told it was the "Masquerade Dream,"  and now it was announced some un-known liner.  Andromeda T'Leia made a note to apologize to Admiral Balren if it was not up to his expert taste.

She also sent a message to confirm the bajoran spring wine, and the champagne and vulcan port, brandy....

Looking over the lists, she flipped through them.  She looked around noting the chit chat going on in the briefing, she decided that while it was not logical, she had a strange sense of not being adequate for the task ahead.  She quickly moved that to the deepest reaches of her mind.

It was almost time to complete the final task just before the ball.  She now had concluded logically that she would not volunteer for anymore balls, unless the Admiral made it impossible for her to say no.  

She knew she would have to host some of the events, and then she would disappear like a princess in a fairy tale.  Then she remembered she would have to say her goodbyes or could she just send a communique....

She pulled up the music selections from Mrs. Balren and confirmed them ....

So much work goes into one evening of expensive gowns, tuxes and food....  Like roses in a garden here lovely and then withered and dust in the wind.