Petal Tablecloths Novels & Stories

A glass candle holder which would be purple and transparent with twisted whit vanilla candles on each table would bring the colors of the curtains together. Hmm... That's good but it's an option it depends on the client after all. I tore that page and kept in the folder and took another one. Maybe white and gold curtains with similar candles on tables. Oh I think black and white curtains with black napkins, it would be simple but very elegant.

​POV: Ruby ​The mahogany dining table in the central wing of the Manhattan penthouse was completely buried under a sea of textured silk swatches, heavy cardstock invitations, and digital layout blueprints. For the past three days, my world had narrowed down to the fine line between crushed velvet and satin finishes.

.The room was transformed, and everything was red. Red petals were scattered across the floor, and the curtains had been changed to deep crimson silk that draped elegantly from the ceiling to floor. Even the bed duvet had been replaced with a rich red spread, carefully arranged with a heart shaped petals at the center. On the bed lay several neatly wrapped gift boxes of different sizes, each tied with ribbons. And in the corner of the room, there was a small round table with two chairs facing each other. On the table there were plates of her favorite dishes, white rice and chicken.

I replied softly. We hadn’t spent much time together since I arrived. After opening the gate for me the previous day and taking the dress I’d brought her as a gift, she had vanished — only reappearing at dinner. Even then, she’d gone to bed early, leaving the adults to wrestle with their troubles. Rosa brought breakfast and set the table for the family before heading to the master bedroom to wake our father. Soon, everyone gathered in the dining area. It was pancakes and tea. Today, my appetite had returned. When we were done, I helped clear the table and carried the dishes to the kitchen. My sister followed, drying the plates and arranging them neatly in the cabinets.

, I decided, leaning my head against him as he wrapped his arm around my hip. "I like this outfit on you", Michael mumbled against my hair. "You cutie you." "Cutie yourself", I sneaked my hand into the back pocket of his shorts. Gave his ass a good squeeze. Before he could tease me, I spoke again: "I want three long rows of tables. I think you like an elegant but simple and practical theme; white table cloths, wooden touches like the tables and chairs?, golden accents?" "Oh - modern, I like that", Michael nodded vigorously. "What do you say we create a line of flowers in the middle of the table, running down the whole row? Instead of table runners?"

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, Alex 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.

Each table was decorated with a pot of eye-catching flowers, and the red silk velvet tablecloth looked warm and dignified. At the gate of the Zhen Yuan hung two big red lanterns with the word "Xi" written on them. A red carpet spread out from the door and divided the field in front of it into two. The big round tables were placed in a symmetrical way on the left and right sides.

At the centre of each table were vases with three roses, pink, white, and blue. Jessie followed Christian to a table that stood by itself just in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. Even though it seemed isolated, they still sat smack in the middle, so everyone had an unobstructed view of them. Their table, unlike the others, had a white tablecloth, white napkins and twelve white roses, along with the simple words Mr and Mrs.

Kat grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd. As we made our way to our table, my eyes scanned the beautiful venue. The setting was almost ethereal in the mid-morning sun. Round tables were covered in dark pink silk with a pale pink gossamer on top. The place settings were of fine china and the sunlight glinted off the gold edging of the plates. Crystal vases filled to overflowing with bouquets of pinks, burgundies, teals and golds. Between those centerpieces and the surrounding gardens, it was a feast for the senses, overpowering every other scent in the area.

Plush, velvet drapes in deep shades of burgundy framed large windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline, the lights twinkling like stars against the night sky. Each table was set with crisp white linens, sparkling glassware, and silver cutlery, arranged with meticulous precision. The centerpiece of every table was a delicate arrangement of fresh flowers, adding a touch of color and fragrance to the sophisticated ambiance. The chairs were upholstered in soft, luxurious fabric, ensuring that every guest dined in comfort.