As reluctant as Albert had been, it was his turn to host and plan the next tea party at the Moriarty estate.

So, the MI6 had come up with a decent enough plan to protect their secrets from the many female visitors that they would be having. Simply put, all of them were men with no clues on how to handle that much female company.

All of them, except Bonde. Bonde was perfect at playing his charms and flirting with any form of people, wether male or female, which really just granted him a lot more options.

So, they had orchestrated a plan. William and Albert would be there to greet the guests and keep them company, as the face of the family. Louis would watch over the hired cooks. Fred would be tending to their rose garden. Von Herder would be in the basement, doing god knew what, and Moran would be playing waiter.

Bonde, himself, had gotten one of the more difficult tasks: protect their secrets and estate from unwanted entries, especially those of curious women like the ones that were about to arrive.

"Everything clear?" asked William the round, and all of the MI6 agents nodded in conformation.

"This will be interesting." muttered Bonde to himself, leaning against the wall as he heard the dozens of carriages arrive.