Novel & Cerita Noble Banquet Hall

I was the one in charge of tonight's banquet, and if anything went south, I was doomed! So, I was meeting Mr. Devil himself tonight, huh? The banquet night in Luxor Corporation, The banquet hall was adorned with elegant decorations, setting the stage for the evening's festivities. Tables were set with fine linens and sparkling tableware, ready to host the company's most important guests.

Bosco smiled and simply nodded, as though everything unfolding before their eyes was exactly the way he had predicted. There was pride in his expression — thick, full, and misplaced. He took in the admiration from his brother as if he truly deserved applause. Bella giggled by their side, running her fingers over the layers of her golden gown. She couldn’t stop admiring her reflection in every shiny surface she passed. Everything tonight was about her and she enjoyed every drop of attention. “This Eagles Hall is the most luxurious banquet hall in the city,” Elliot said again after taking another slow look around the room. “It needs booking three months early. I didn’t expect that Julia could

He cooperated with cold detachment, his heart as hard as iron, simply waiting for the day Isolde's hands healed so that everything would finally end. The royal steward stopped before an especially magnificent pair of double doors engraved with the royal crest. He bowed and gestured respectfully. "Prince, this way please." Bruce pushed the doors open and stepped inside. The sight before him brought him to an abrupt halt, his eyes turning instantly icy. It was an opulent grand banquet hall. A long table draped in white lace tablecloths held exquisite silverware, fine porcelain, and fresh flowers that looked as though they had just bloomed. Many people were already present.

My suit would be in rough shape by the time I arrived due to all the sweat and stress. ‘Wise.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ 'Get me a carriage and... come dressed as a butler,' 'Ahem…understood.’ Wise must have jumped out of his seat in surprise. … “Welcome!” A swarm of students could be seen drinking and laughing inside a large luxurious hall. The interior of the hall was beautifully done, with fancy paintings strewn about. In the corner of the room, there were luxurious sofas, tables, and food and beverages. The location we were in was a well-known venue for nobles to host a party, 'Grande.' It was a lavish mansion with everything from a hotel to a conference hall.

THE BANQUET hall began to be noisy as the band begins to play while the nobles interacted with themselves, chattering and praising each other for their appearance that day. The scene was comparable to those that were drawn in storybooks and fables, almost like a dream come true. However, the truth is that this banquet hall is a warzone for those nobles who will try to tear each other down for the sake of their well-being. It was all just a play that they did to make them look good about themselves.

*Ana* Standing between my aunt and uncle in the banquet hall, I must appreciate everyone’s hard work for the party. They really put in a lot of effort. The banquet hall is beautifully decorated with blue and gold streamers cascading down to the center of the high ceiling. Each arched window features a garland of fir and pine, filling the room with a clean yet sweet reminder of the winter outside. The candelabras are all set and lit with fresh beeswax candles, brightening the room and causing the windows to fog up slightly. The tables that line the walls are adorned with an assortment of cakes, meats, and double boilers filled with various types of blood for those who prefer.

Harold only brought Ninian to the hotel after he took her to a premium gown gallery and had a change of clothes. The banquet hall was already crowded. Under the glazed crystal lamps, people were dressed up nicely for the banquet. From a brief glance, one could see famous celebrities and countless people of apparently high status. Handsome men and beautiful women gathered there. While they toasted with glasses of wine, they settled numerous projects and businesses. When Harold appeared with Ninian, there was a moment of silence in the banquet hall. Almost everyone turned over in shock, and a look of amazement filled their eyes.

But she never complained. Not aloud. She stopped at the foot of the sweeping staircase leading to the ballroom. The sight stole her breath. The banquet hall was a cathedral of opulence—vaulted ceilings with hand-painted frescos, walls draped in crimson and gold velvet, and a table that stretched long enough to seat fifty nobles. Tonight, it would seat the Duke of Ravenshade at the head. The Duke. A man as elusive as shadow, whose estate bordered the forested edge of the kingdom. Some said he dealt in sorcery. Others whispered he was cursed. Few had seen him clearly; fewer still spoke of him without lowering their voices.

I said as she she abruptly pulled her phone out but couldn't click a picture as Harold Kingston entered the hotel. We both sighed in defeat while Zach snickered as Kate and I shot him a murderous glare. "Okay, can we get in, now?" He asked as we gave him a curt nod. We entered the hotel from backside and made our way towards the banquet hall. And the banquet hall was marvelous with a high ceiling and a massive chandeliers attached on the ceiling, which illuminated shimmering gold light to the whole hall. There were two rows, one was for the celebrities, business tycoons and another row was for us, for the common employees. The whole hall was classy and elegant with the golden flower vases ev

They clearly had no idea… The banquet hall presented a magnificent sight, resembling a cathedral crafted from glass and steel. Crystal chandeliers, reminiscent of frozen waterfalls, graced the lofty ceilings. Tables, elegantly covered in silver cloth, were arranged in a crescent shape around the central dais. The atmosphere was rich with the scents of various perfumes, the aromas of exquisite meats, and the gentle hush of numerous conversations. Since my arrival, I had not yet looked through the crimson-sealed envelope. It remained nestled securely in my inner coat pocket, resting against my ribs as if it possessed a life of its own. However, tonight—tonight was not the time for seeking answ