Petal Tablecloths Novels & Stories

​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 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.

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.

It was only a few feet away from Jaxson's seat, so I moved slowly and quietly to avoid disturbing him. I trail my fingertips over the motifs on the side tables, which have three vases and two photo frames. The duchess satin, which has a leopard print layered on it, is also interesting. This seems to be the only place in Jaxson's office with this type of print.

This way, sir. Our dinner at last. I'm starving. When we get to the table, the tablecloth is a different color, yellow ochre. There's a candle on the table and all the cutlery is wrapped in napkins with our initials embroidered in gold thread. The tablecloth also has our initials embroidered in gold thread. Hazel looks at the other tables. She notices something different. "Did you prepare this?" "Yes, I asked them to prepare it for when we arrived." She takes a closer look.

I take my purse and head out of the room. Walking into the garden, I got amazed by how beautifully it is decorated. I think the theme of the party is pink because almost everything is pink and it looks ravishing. There are lanterns in trees, twinkle lights on the patio, a few strands of bunting, and a lattice backdrop. The tables are arranged with two to four chairs around them. Matching cups, saucers, and kettles are placed in the middle of the table. There is another set of tables that contains different kinds of snacks. Tea cakes, cookies, fruit salads, tartlets, macarons, and a chocolate cake centerpiece. I really like how it’s beautifully decorated. "Ohh, you’re here." Emily gushes pull