Gnome Table Runners Novels & Stories

she asks, opening her arms and holding them out, inviting us to take a look around the room. Julian and I both direct our eyes around the room again. Taking it all in, I notice the attention to detail. The silk bows on the back of the chairs are a lime green to symbolize the color of the muscular dystrophy ribbon. Camille's has managed to muffle the raucous color with black tablecloths that almost touch the floor and black chair covers. The tables have lime green napkins and a floral arrangement on each table consisting of white, purple, and lime green flowers.

I dismiss her for the evening knowing that it will only be Mona and possible myself allowed to serve Banners guest tonight. Setting the sprawling long tables with the last of the dishes I’ve worked so had to prepare, I step back and take in the cleanly decorated table. The long table form the main pack house was brough here an hour ago and I set to work setting it with a shimmery gold runner and black chargers, in the center of the chargers set pristine gold plates and freshly pressed black napkins. I hold back a sniffle as I look at the beautifully set table, seeing the dishes, runners and elegant decor that would have been used for my father transfer of title ceremony with my older brother

More tables were set up further away from the fireplace meant for food and drinks. The chairs were covered with a forest green material, while the tables were covered with simple gold coloured runners decorated with small little evergreen wreaths, candles, and white baubles. Jamie had chosen gold rimmed plates with copper cutlery for the meal and each setting was adorned with a small greenery boutonnière, crystalware and a thank you note from Sasha and I.

Behind her, her assistant wheeled in a rack covered in protective cloth. “Luna,” she greeted warmly, eyes bright. My chest tightened at the word. “Gina,” I corrected gently. Her smile widened, understanding flickering in her gaze. “Of course. Gina.” She stepped into the living room and got to work quickly. Fabric swatches appeared first. Silks. Satins. Structured crepe. Embroidered lace. Rich velvet lining. She spread them across the coffee table like an artist laying out paints before a masterpiece. Debbie leaned forward immediately. “Ooooh. That deep ivory one.”

The attendants and blood slaves were busy clearing the table of the maps that he had looked over with the captain just before setting sail and placing a decanter of red wine and glasses in their place. Meguitte poured the wine, taking a sip and grimacing. “We have become a race of drunks filling our stomachs with wine in an effort to fool it into thinking that we have fed,” she said as she drew a pouch out of her pocket and placed it onto the glossy surface of the table. Someone had inlaid this table with contrasting grains of wood in a geometric pattern of the Gulgane runes – not too dissimilar to the tattoo in his skin, he thought as he took his goblet. “You have your own blood slave on bo

Arabella The florist was rambling on about peonies, or maybe it was daisies. I couldn’t focus. My eyes flicked to the empty seat beside me, to the untouched tea going cold in front of me, the scattered samples and color palettes and fabric swatches littering the table like confetti for a celebration I wanted no part in. “Arabella?” the planner prompted gently. “You like this ivory for the table runners, yes?” I blinked, nodded. “It’s fine.”

Plus, no one even remembers what the center pieces even looked like after the event. “Just a vine of Baby’s Breath in the middle of each table with black candles sticks.” “Perfect. What about fabrics?” “I am not a fan of satin. I like more of a matted look.” “I actually have a black runner with a silver center but it is sparkly.” Luna Erin shifted through her book until she pulled out a picture of what she was talking about. “I don’t mind sparkles but that might be too much with the Baby’s Breath.” “You’re right. I’ll save this for the accent tables?”

The long table that stood at the center of the room was made of dark, polished wood and had been set with fine china and crystal glasses. The tablecloth was made of the finest linen, and a large arrangement of fresh flowers stood at the center. At the head of the table, sat a large, ornate chair, reserved for the Alpha and Luna of the Pack. The other chairs, placed around the table, were also made of dark wood and had plush velvet cushions.

"I like this one too." "Don't you think that's too ... simple?" I trailed my finger over the tables. "It's too white. White plates, white napkins, white candles, white table runners - if you don't mind, I would love to add a few more colours." "Which are?" "An addition to this", I reassured him. "Green, gold and grey. Grey table runners. Green will be the flowers. Gold could be the accent colour. The rest will be white. But that's just an example."

Just on sight I can tell that this Alpha has the finest of everything and expects the best for himself and his pack. Each table is draped in thick black tablecloths with a tall vase holding floating candles and filled with clear glass that reflects the light. String lights and fabric are draped elegantly from the ceiling and there are white and purple flowers on every available surface. Everything is ornate and beautiful but not gaudy. Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions