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None of the classes or floors are labeled, which makes it even harder to tell where the final years would be. As I step onto the third floor, which is the last, I can’t help but exclaim at the sight. This floor is nothing like the other three I’ve seen. It’s designed differently and surprisingly, the classes are labeled for this one, and in the strangest titles I’ve ever seen any school label their classes. Popular. Brains. Beauty. Aces. I drag my mopping bucket with me as I peek through the classes and several students are hanging in them. "Sorry," I mutter and quickly shut the door when I walk into two students making out at the front desk.

My eyes swept over the entire room, and I could not help but smile as I told them to rise and thanked them for celebrating with us. The room was positively breathtaking. There color scheme was silver and gold for the decorations which included orbs, drapes, and vases filled with various colored baccara roses. Lights hung from the ceiling which made it look like stars on a galaxy backdrop. While stars came out at night, this room was also warm and light. Venscothi crests adorned the walls.

The grand hall of Fuego's Elementary School was a sight to behold. The designers had spared no expense in creating a space that radiated elegance and sophistication. The high ceiling boasted intricate chandeliers that glistened with crystal droplets, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the entire room. The walls were adorned with vibrant artwork showcasing the creativity of the young students. As the evening event approached, parents began to fill the hall, taking their seats with anticipation.

It was as if I had stepped into another realm, one that promised warmth and love as it lured me into a space I knew I might never willingly wish to be let out of. As I walked through the hallways, I noticed classrooms buzzing with activity. Each room was meticulously organized, with learning stations, toys, and materials carefully arranged to foster curiosity and exploration. They adorned the walls with alphabet charts, number lines, and whimsical decorations, creating an immersive environment.

The other adults were already on stage, and I hurried to make my way up. The grand ballroom was decorated to go with this year's school theme. Signs glowing in varying shades of blue - the elf house color - read BELIEVE IN YOURSELF. Little pixilettes buzzed around in the air, writing the word believe in sparkles, so from up on the stand, it looked like the room rained blue glitter. The kids oohed and aahed, enjoying the theatrics. The curtains were a midnight shade while the chandeliers gave off a bluish hue. The chairs were wrapped in navy blue, and the walls sparkled with sky-blue paint.

The intricate stitching and carefully chosen accessories completed the ensemble, a true embodiment of his own subtle charm and impeccable taste. Within the adorned church, blue and yellow decorations adorned every nook and cranny, breathing life and joy into every corner of the sacred space. Delicate floral arrangements, blooming with vibrant yellow roses and blue delphiniums, lined the pews and adorned the grand archways. Soft streams of sunlight filtered through stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that danced playfully on the polished marble floors.

The salon was like a dream. Bright lights. Warm sweet smell of shampoo and hair oils. Golden mirrors lined the wall, and everywhere looked soft, classy and perfect. The chairs were shiny black leather, and white flowers sat neatly in glass vases. It felt like stepping into another world. So clean… so soft… so girly… Even Limene paused in my head. “Wow… fancy,” she murmured. “Yea,” I whispered back to her. “Very fancy.”

These photos have to be taken down immediately and I know he's the only one that has the connections and capabilities to do so. WENDY’S POV The gentle hum from the hair dryers and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air. I had come to the salon with my friends whose high-pitched laughter filled the air as they fixed their nails. The salon is huge, extravagant, and luxurious. Only the high class in Aphrodite can afford to come here. It is decorated with gold-plated edged mirrors, plush sofas, ultra-modern types of equipment, and expensive products that complement the ambiance. I sat back and relaxed in a comfy leather chair as I got my hair done. My eyes instinctively closed as I enj

It seemed so oddly long ago that he had cornered Hera and vent out some of his frustrations, for now that he’s facing the class, he looked rather excited. Glancing at the room, Hera did not doubt that it was the most eccentric room he’d ever been in, especially on the standard of the school. While most classrooms had this theater-like vibe, Kioven’s seemed to be a normal room—like the ones they’ve used in Leyte High. The only difference was the dream catchers, with different designs, hanging on a flat ceiling. It was slight clunking with the breeze from the opened jalousie, bumping slightly with one another. Twice, its webs knotted to the net of the other dream catcher but almost immediately

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