Novel & Cerita Banquet Round Tablecloths

Malia POV "Having a chatter in the dance hall?" Mr Rowan Sinclair asked, a smug smile on his face. "Come on kids, let's head to the table." We moved over to the banquet table, and I saw several businessmen and women seated comfortably, each of them dressed in expensive corporate dresses. The banquet table was carefully designed and covered with a velvet cloth as fresh little flowers partitioned the glasses of pure wine and bowls of fresh strawberries. I took my seat and felt a sense of nervousness course through me. I had never been among such big dignitaries before.

Looking around at the outdoor scenery, she decided to come back here with her equipment for some photo shoot in the near future. The banquet hall looked simple but was very elegant. It was a huge rectangular room, one longer wall of which was made of only floor-ceiling windows and a lot of glass doors leading to a huge patio, with wooden garden furniture and huge linen umbrellas, also prepared to welcome guests. White tulle curtains hung with rich ruffles along its entire length of the glass wall. On the left side of the main entrance, there were round tables covered with white tablecloths and decorated with tea roses and candles. The tables were already set, ready for the food to be served.

Luckily enough for me, there was no one to knock it out of the field. The banquet room had this huge teakwood dining table, it was so long it could’ve seated about 40 people and taking into account how stocked the guesthouse had been, it was a good thing it was so long. And above the table, a huge shiny cream-pink and goldish-white chandelier hung on the high ceiling. The table was filled with elegant china and shiny porcelain crockery and two waiters were standing on either side of most of the seats. My eyes were roaming all sides of the banquet table, planning on how to go about the next step and if I needed to make any last minute changes. The guests had been seated away from the head of

I walk into the banquet room with Faulk holding my arm, as I lean into him taking in all the people around the huge table in the middle of the room. Long curtains hang everywhere from the high ceilings. Deep purples with gold and teal. It’s absolutely amazing, it almost looks as if the ceiling was sparkling like the stars in the sky past all the rich drapery. The table elaborately set, looking at the cutlery and plate stacks I nearly fell over. I vaguely remember reading an article in an old magazine, saying in a dinner party you always use the utensils from the outside in….or was it from the inside out….I sigh! This is not gonna go well, I fidget.

He remained there for a few moments, then pulled out some notes and handed them to her. "Here," he replied, anticipating her potential objections. "The rest is for you as a tip," he added, dismissing her concerns. Avery wasn't sure if she could trust them, uncertain if accepting the money was the right thing to do, even with his reassurances. Nevertheless, she forced a smile, turned around, and walked toward another table. She had no intention of using the tip; she would keep it, unsure if she had been lured by them. *** In a grand banquet hall, an elongated table stretched far enough to accommodate forty people. The table was adorned with a long tablecloth featuring golden stripes, filled w

I forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to lead him on to that something was seriously wrong. I went with Elliot to the packhouse, and I was shocked by how many people were already there. The banquet for the gathering took place on the back patio. Light streamers were placed around the patio, canopying over us and lighting up our pathway more than the moon could. There was live classical music playing softly in the corner and everybody was dressed in elegant dresses and suits. Waiters were serving champagne flutes and hors-d'oeuvres. Tables wrapped in white clothes and decorated with beautiful roses and candles were set up for dining.

The framed portrait of Frank resting on an easel beside the casket. Candles flickering in the darkness, sending pale ribbons of smoke curling upward. Four or five life-sized dolls sat on the stage, blaring brass instruments loud enough to shake the room. Everything looked exactly as it had before, except everyone else was gone. I was the only one sitting at the head table. A black lamb's head rested at each of the four directions around the table. The center was piled high with pork and beef. Then, without warning, the music stopped.

​POV: Ruby ​The mahogany dining table in the central wing of the Manhattan penthouse was completely buried under a sea of textured silk swatches, heavy cardstock invitations, and digital layout blueprints. For the past three days, my world had narrowed down to the fine line between crushed velvet and satin finishes.

Adalina As I enter the exquisitely decorated banquet room, a wave of despair washes over me. The room is adorned with lavish floral arrangements in shades of red and white, while crystal chandeliers cast a warm, illuminating glow. Round tables, draped in pristine white tablecloths, are meticulously arranged, each displaying a centerpiece of red roses, baby’s breath, and verdant foliage. Soft melodies permeate the air, skillfully performed by a small band situated in one corner.

“I'll sure as hell need it.” *** “May I have your invitation?” The smiling concierge bowed slightly as he took the card from my hand. He glanced at my name and his smile widened. Then he stepped away from the doors, gesturing for me to enter. The banquet was held in the Plaza Hotel's Palm Court. For tonight, the standard setting had been changed to a single long table set under the glass ceiling on the right side of the oval bar. One side of the hall remained empty while the other was slowly filling with gifts for the hostess. Certainly, the gift from me—one of the crazily expensive bottles from Hunter's cellar—had quickly joined the growing pile.