Petal Tablecloths Novels & Stories

Apart from a magnificent dinner service and crystal glassware, the table appointments consisted of long narrow gilded planter boxes crammed with real live pansies and violets. The cutlery handles were ebony inlaid with gold. The cloths and napkins were linen and the same soft apricot of the walls. The water pitchers were encased in delicate gold filigree. It was a work of art, Irene concluded, and when you added the lemon and orange trees in terracotta tubs dotted about and the view beyond, it was a magic setting. In fact it was Nicky who summed it all up in one word. ‘Wow!’ he said, and Nemo added his approval.

Chapter: 57. ****** Reynold had the dining hall decorated beautifully that morning. The tables were all polished to a shine with white tablecloths adorning the surface, and a large vase of roses sat in one corner to give them an air of romance. The chairs had fresh chrysanthemums placed around the edges, which gave off an extra scent. Even the silverware was pristine, gleaming brightly under the light of hundreds of candles lit up throughout the room. It looked like something from a magazine set. He’d even taken it upon himself to arrange the flowers into the shape of hearts and stars as well as his personal favorite - two rosebuds. That seemed appropriate to him, somehow. He smiled at this

Round tables covered in silk cloths were arranged throughout the space, each one adorned with elaborate floral centerpieces featuring pink roses, white lilies, and baby's breath. My eyes sparkled with genuine admiration for their thoughtful efforts and attention to detail. The amount of work and planning that had gone into creating this beautiful celebration was overwhelming in the best possible way. I'd chosen a stunning red gown for the celebration - strapless and flowing, with a full skirt that made me feel like genuine royalty. The rich, deep color complemented my skin beautifully, and the elegant cut accentuated my figure in all the right places. I felt more confident and beautiful than

A couple of people sit around it in easy chairs, it looks damn cozy. “Not to you it isn’t but I’m not used to celebs of her caliber.” “Don’t worry I’m sure during dinner you’ll see a few more. Try not to gawp and Petal,” “Yeah?” “Close your mouth, you’re almost drooling.” Fuck, shit. Am I? But he is right my mouth is open. I close it promptly and allow him to guide me through a set of mirrored doors which lead to a gorgeous dining room, with candles on each table, white Damask tablecloths, a single red rose in a vase on each one. There are twinkling lights hanging off each of the beams that support the ceiling. “Wow, this is like a fairytale, magical land. You didn’t think a burger at McDona

Kara thanked him and looked around at the décor. A crystal chandelier hung above the crowds in a spectacular show of light bouncing off the clear pendants. The round tables were covered in white table cloths with lilac runners. The table had gold under-plates with plain white crockery on top. Lilac serviettes were folded to stand on top of the plates and wine glasses added their sparkle to the evening. In the middle of every table were a glass bowl with smooth light-colored pebbles in the bottom and three candles floating over it. In front of every plate was a card with the name and menu printed on a white sheet with lilac borders. Two choices were given of every course.

Lanterns made of stained glass of greens and reds stood along the pathways, illuminating the gardens breathtakingly. Small round tables covered in shimmering red table cloths were scattered in the grass, a larger lantern of red and green mosaic-stained glass stood in the centre of the tables. A sprinkle of gold confetti in the shapes of stars and moons covered the tables. At each table, there were four gold chairs with red velvet seats. To the left were two long tables covered in red cloth that held the dishes that would be served open buffet style once the princess arrived, palace staff dressed in white stood behind these counters. To the right was a long table that held many different win

The floors were made of gleaming marble, with plush carpets in rich jewel tones scattered throughout the space. The room was filled with tables, each one covered in a crisp white tablecloth and adorned with a stunning floral centerpiece. The flowers were in shades of pink, red, and purple, creating a beautiful contrast against the white tablecloths. The chandeliers overhead were massive, made of sparkling crystal that caught the light and cast a warm glow over the entire room. The light danced off the silverware and glassware on the tables, making everything look like it was made of gold.

The air was infused with the subtle aroma of delicate flowers, a fragrance that embraced the room like a gentle caress. As Bella and Avery entered, they found themselves in a haven of sophistication. The tables were adorned with fresh flower petals, scattered like confetti across crisp, white tablecloths. Each setting boasted polished silverware, crystal glasses, and intricately folded napkins, hinting at the meticulous attention to detail that defined this dining experience.

I walk into the banquet room with Faulk holding my arm, as I lean into him taking in all the people around the huge table in the middle of the room. Long curtains hang everywhere from the high ceilings. Deep purples with gold and teal. It’s absolutely amazing, it almost looks as if the ceiling was sparkling like the stars in the sky past all the rich drapery. The table elaborately set, looking at the cutlery and plate stacks I nearly fell over. I vaguely remember reading an article in an old magazine, saying in a dinner party you always use the utensils from the outside in….or was it from the inside out….I sigh! This is not gonna go well, I fidget.

There were still things missing, but it was almost ready for tomorrow. “Vladimir?” Amilia said, waving her hand for me to come. “What is it?” I asked, smiling. “Can we change this?” Amilia said, pointing to the tables. On each table laid a set of plates. They were golden with strikes of white. “You don’t like them?” I asked, frowning. “I do, but I prefer white. So let’s change at least the two on top to whites, please,” Amilia said, pleading with her eyes.