Romance On The Table の小説・ストーリー

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

"Larry, are you sure that this plan will be work out?" "Of course, I saw that on many romantic movies. All the misunderstanding between them would be solved after they had calmed down and have the candle light dinner." "But they usually have the breakfast together but it didn't work out." "Because we are sitting on the table too and it is not romantic. The dark room which has only the light from the candle and the petals of Rose will make them soft their minds and submit to each other." "Haha! I didn't know that you would be a romantic person too."

Rounded tables were kept at different corners of the restaurant as the romantic music fueled his senses. He saw the chef walking towards him. She stopped and bowed to him in respect. "Sir, I hope she'd love it. Please come and let me show you the seat I arranged for you." The woman said. Lorenzo followed her before she stopped. He gazed at the well-decorated table. It was just like he'd instructed. The table contained three champagne bottles, wine glasses, lit candles and a cake with piping letters written 'I love you' at its centre.

he asked with a cocked brow. Controling her anger, she marched to the center of the room. It was a large function hall. The reason why she didn’t want to get inside a while ago was she didn’t want to feel giddy. Even a goddess like her had limits. Her pervert and cheating ex made a lot of effort! The spacious room was dimly lit in every corner. There were flowers in the tall vases where the corners lights made them appear even more beautiful. There was only one table at the center . Above it was an unlit chandelier. They will have a candlelight meal. The round table had two seats across from each other. Around the table. on the floor, white, yellow and red petals of roses were scattered.

After Renee had settled, he also went to take his seat. The table was set with elegance, creating a romantic atmosphere. A crisp white tablecloth adorned the table, complemented by the flickering candlelight in the delicate holders. Two sparkling wine glasses stood ready, awaiting to be used. The table was adorned with a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers, adding a touch of nature to the romantic setting. "Do you like it?" Damian asked and Renee nodded with a smile. 'Like? I love it,' she wanted to say but chose to hold her tongue.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

It looks like a 'romantic date' is about to happen. A small round table was in the center and there were two soft chairs facing each other. There are also prepared foods on the table that are still covered, and those two bottles of wine, the outside is already sweaty, so it means it's cold. And the decoration of the place... since it was already evening, there were different lights hanging, flowers also hanging and other petals scattered on the floor. "What's happening here? Where's Audrey-" "I'm here!"

The soft, romantic tunes seemed to wrap around them, setting their hearts at ease. "Welcome, lovers, I am Maria, your hostess for tonight. This is Casa del Sabor." The hostess, Maria, a middle-aged Spanish woman with a radiant smile, led them to their reserved table, tucked away in a cozy corner of the restaurant. A long, weathered wooden table stretched out before them, adorned with flickering candles in delicate glass holders, casting a warm, flickering glow on the faces of the other diners. Couples and friends alike gathered around the communal table, men on one side, and their women on the other. Their laughter and cheerful chatter filled the air.

The dining table was covered with red cloth, and the ambiance in the room was very romantic. Daisy smiled from cheek to cheek as she settled across from Damian. Damian's mind was not with Daisy, but he offered her a warm smile.