It doesn't really matter if he regrets it; she's still not going to be sleeping much - if at all - between now and then. But snapping at him will do nothing, neither will ranting, though it's likely that she'll be doing some of that with her friends tonight when they finally manage to drag her away from her desk later today.

She does, however, heave a sigh and shoot off an email to reserve the ballroom. "If you have any preferences regarding decor or menu, my lord, you should let us know now. I can't guarantee that they'll be fulfilled with only three and a half days to accomplish this, but we'll certainly do our best."