Banquet Round Tablecloths Novels & Stories

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.

Round tables covered in fine white linen filled the hall, each one occupied by Alphas, Elders, and distinguished guests from neighboring packs. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, bathing the room in a warm golden glow while the orchestra played a graceful melody that drifted through the air like a gentle river. Servants moved from table to table with silver trays balanced effortlessly in their hands and the maidens looked almost unreal, their glowing skin shimmered beneath the chandeliers as though they had been sculpted from polished bronze and dusted with gold. "This is impressive," I murmured almost to myself. "It has to be," Lucien replied quietly. "Tonight isn't just a banq

“You just chose pacific blue napkins, why would you go ahead and choose purple table cloths?!” I immediately felt like a child being scolded and my earlier confidence and joy of finally being a part of the lycans dissipated within me. “Oh! My bad! Then let’s go with white.” I said, trying to keep my voice even. I could see the sneaky looks and hurried glances between the staff, it was obvious that I had no idea what I was doing. Abigail, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my embarrassment, slowly stalked forward. “When it comes to tables, is it best to go round or four corner?"

Then, they went downstairs to have lunch together. The banquet was held at home and was organized such that ten people were seated at each table. Meanwhile, they would have another round of banquet that would take place that night. It would have twelve people per table. Sigrid had discussed with Rebecca prior to the day; for both banquets, she and George would be seated at the family table together. With that arrangement, Rebecca could with her eleven bridesmaids during dinner. After all, she had to sit down to rest and eat too. Although the guests were told that it was supposed to be a simple lunch, the dishes served were quite delicious. However, no alcohol was served; hence, the cost was

“Black roses and gold wax? That’s so… you.” “Good. I’d hate to be mistaken for anyone else.” He raised an eyebrow. “You know this banquet isn’t just about you, right?” “Oh, it’s entirely about me,” I corrected, sipping my wine. “I’m the reason people are showing up. I’m the reason they’ll talk for weeks. “ He didn’t argue. Smart man. After he left, I stood by the window, looking out at the city lights below. By midnight, the planners had sent me mood boards for the decorations, dark velvet tablecloths, black crystal goblets, gold-rimmed plates, and rose petals scattered like spilled ink. I approved every single one without hesitation. Then came the gowns.

With Uncle Asher's healing abilities, he would recover in three days. My evening gown was stained with blood. I returned to my room, changed into a V-neck emerald green long dress. The guests had also changed their clothes, waiting in the banquet hall. When Sebastian and I entered the restaurant first, they followed in an orderly manner, taking their seats. The restaurant had three rows of long tables, each with ten bouquets of flowers containing Siberian irises, dahlias, blue thistles, deep blue catmint, silverleaf chrysanthemums, etc. Each long table was equipped with ten chairs on each side, ten sets of tableware, and napkins. Nine chandeliers cast a warm yellow light, creating a cozy atm

Lanterns lighted with dazzling lights direct attendees to the hall where the activities would be held. The dramatic alteration grabbed everyone who entered the beautiful hall. Garlands of fragrant flowers floated through the air as they spiraled across the polished oak floor, each meticulously selected from the house's gardens. In the center of the room stood a gorgeous banquet table draped in the most exquisite damask. Shiny cutlery and crystal goblets glistened under the soft illumination of crystal chandeliers. Each plate was adorned with a single, magnificent flower, taking the scene to a more refined level.

Mira ordered. “As my lady wishes.” Indra bowed and left with hurried steps. --- The banquet hall glowed with gold and firelight. Crystal chandeliers spilled warm illumination over rows of long tables draped in deep crimson cloth. Silver platters gleamed beneath the weight of roasted meats, honey-glazed breads, and bowls brimming with ripe fruit. The air was thick with spice, wine, and the mingled perfumes of finely dressed nobility.

I settle on looking at one round table, but even this feels overwhelming: the silk tablecloth is literally strung with pure silver, melted down and then woven into the cloth to give the most elaborate flowery designs. Around the table, menus have been placed on glass plates on top of deep green hand cloths, and champagne glasses, which Leonel told me are made of emerald, stand beside every plate. In the middle of these tables are blossoming centrepieces handmade from pearls. They flutter out into 10 pearl branches, each one hanging over a chair with the name of the person meant to be seated there dangling off it. Other than the floors, which are set to light up tomorrow, words can’t describe