Novel & Cerita Centerpiece Synonym

the planner said, her smile professional and warm. "Now, for the centerpieces, are we thinking traditional Ashford gold, or something more... silver? She asked while I sat down, looking at the dizzying array of options. I genuinely felt like a ghost haunting my own life. They were talking about silk against satin and orchids with roses, while all I could think about was the life growing inside me and the father I might never see again. "The gold is fine," I finally found my voice. "And the guest list? We’ve kept it small, as requested, but Zane’s colleagues from the Group will need to be seated near the front," Rose added, flipping through the binder.

"What do you think of the centerpiece?" "Huh?" I blinked in surprise. He huffed. "The centerpiece Elliott, do you think it wise to add flowers?" He looked at me expectantly. Richmond has never outright asked me for my opinion, It was either I told him what I thought on my own in private or bugged him until he'd hear me out. "Umm, y...yeah, the centerpiece is fine. Maybe not gold, but a soft pink and um, something small so we don't distract the guests." Richmond seemed to consider this, then nodded. He gave a file over to Margaret.

Aurielle DuVall I tried not to laugh. Weddings were supposed to be beautiful, this just looks like something cosplaying one. That poor man. That was my first thought when I noticed Matthias’s forced smile as he walked Nerissa toward the centerpiece that had been crafted for them. Centerpiece was the right word because it was not positioned at the end of the room where people could approach naturally, but right in the middle of everything. It was as if someone had intentionally placed them there to be a spectacle, to force every guest to look, no matter where they stood or what they were doing.

Even the furniture showed that this room was designed for a woman. A man wouldn't buy a pink dresser. At least a straight one wouldn't. A normal apartment was meant to be neutral, even when furnished. “The place is lovely. Security is tight, and secure. The place is always calm and lovely. There's no loud music-you’re not allowed to play loud music. The neighbors are extra kind, especially the old lady across the street. Down the street, there are other houses owned by the pioneers and elites of this town. You will see a whole lot of dance card around here-”

" Gavin's lips running along the side of my neck are so distracting that I have to bite my lip to stop the moan that almost slips out of my mouth. Meanwhile Kel flicks through her last binder, filled with centerpieces. "I just have to choose the centerpieces, take a look." She hands me the blue binder, opened to one of the last pages. It’s full of pictures of centerpieces, some with flowers in the middle and there's one toward the bottom of the page with an open heart, plated in gold with roses surrounding the circular base of the piece. It’s gorgeous.

Emma said, her voice shaking but steadying. Evangeline looked past the threat, scanning the massive, circular space. The spiral arrangement of the shelves focused inward, drawing the eye to a single, elevated platform in the center of the structure. Upon it sat a solitary, unadorned **pedestal**. The slab of stone on the pedestal was utterly clean, reflecting the silver light back without a speck of dust. “The core,” she whispered. “The main record.”

Alec gently pushed me back to the couch. “I have options as far as designs for center pieces and decorations. Alec had told me about you planning all the school activities. I know you have quite the knack for this kind of thing. It’s really whatever you want. We can mix match different designs or really whatever.” She was flipping pages around. She really did have a swatch for each fabric or color. My number one pet peeve when it came to events like this was the centerpieces. Most of them are so exuberant that you couldn’t even see the person on the other side. Plus, no one even remembers what the center pieces even looked like after the event.