Claw Foot Dining Table Novels & Stories

My mother is oblivious to this, simply eating away at the citrus dessert that has been set before her, my fork completely clean while hers is dirtied. Clara cuts through the dining room, weaving through the mass of tables and chairs, a few people glancing up at her before moving back to their meal. I lean back in my seat, my hands bracing the arm rests, knuckles turning white from the pressure. I can hear her chuckle from afar, not wanting this encounter to happen. I know it is bound to happen. There is no stopping the storm that is known as Clara and her sheer audacity to make things worse for everyone else.

"Wait ...... I hurried away before he could say another word. I got to the large dining hall where everyone sat. The sounds of laughter was echoing in the hall. The entire Clawson family graced the table including those who were just arriving. Elder Clawson, Lance's Parents Elisa and Greg Clawson, Aunty Kathy, her husband Steve and her two sons Michael and Martins, Pearl and her husband Devon, another stout looking man who I later got to know was called Fred and was part of the Clawson family as an old family friend. His wife and daughter were with him too. Then there was another stunning beauty who sat at the table with a little boy who would be about 10 years old but I couldn't guess who t

" She was short of words "I just wanted to have dinner while you go through and sign the contract" " Oh..." all she could say James took her to an upscale restaurant on the top floor of a luxury hotel. The ambiance was intimate, with soft lighting and panoramic views of the city skyline. Joyce felt out of place in her sundress, surrounded by patrons in evening wear, but James didn’t seem to notice—or care. They were seated at a corner table, away from the main crowd. A waiter appeared almost immediately, pouring them both glasses of red wine.

It was Clara who came to fetch me for dinner, and when I asked her about Grace, she only told me that she was adjusting well and that she made a good addition to the team. The dining hall was a cavern of polished stone and glittering light, chandeliers dripping with crystals that caught every flicker of the fire. A long table stretched between us, loaded with food I’d only ever smelled in passing: roasted meats, buttered breads of all sorts, and fruits piled high.

POV: Clarisse Clarisse Duval sat at the head of the marble dining table, the family crest gleaming faintly under the chandelier. The room was empty but for her, and that suited her well. Silence was the best place to sharpen knives. A slim folder lay open before her. Columns of numbers, signatures, projections, the bones of an acquisition no one outside her circle even knew existed yet. Soon Duval Holdings would swallow another competitor whole, and the board would call it Henry’s brilliance.

"And Hannah ditching him for Ethan in front of God and everyone? Priceless!" A chorus of appreciative whoops went up around the table. My jaw tightened. Claire sat beside me, her thigh pressed uncomfortably against mine. "Isn't this fun, Ty? A victory dinner! You all deserve it." She tried to thread her fingers through mine on the tabletop, but I moved my hand to grab my beer.