Novel & Cerita Decoracion De Salon De Clases

There was a smaller shop with long evening gowns draped across plastic mannequins and another with fur coats being modeled by live women. They walked through the busy streets past several more shops and stores, until Creighton turned them into the doorway of a salon, then pushed the etched glass door open. A very attractive blonde with large breasts sat behind a small glass counter. Several portraits of beautiful women and handsome men lined the walls around her, and the chairs that lined the reception area were see-through plastic of all colors, reminding her of photos she had seen in an old seventies’ magazine. The floor was a mosaic of tiny colored tiles spelling out the shop’s name Roche

Lily nodded, her face serious and somber. “Yeah,” she said softly. “Because… Dad couldn’t have been the devil, could he?” The next day, the classroom buzzed with the usual chatter of four-year-olds, an orchestra of high-pitched giggles, whines, and the occasional shout here and there. Tiny chairs and tables were scattered throughout the room, painted in bright primary colors, their surfaces covered with drawings and scribbles. Posters of alphabets, numbers, and cute cartoon characters lined the walls.

The grand ballroom of the De Rosario estate was a sight to behold. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the marble floors, reflecting off the polished surfaces of gold-trimmed columns. Ornate tapestries lined the walls, depicting scenes of power and prestige, a nod to the family's long and storied history. The room was filled with the elite—men in sharp suits and women draped in luxurious gowns, their laughter and chatter mingling with the soft strains of classical music played by a live orchestra.