The Mansion Banquet Hall 소설 & 이야기

Before I know it, half an hour passes and someone calls for attention in the great room. After a short speech from the chairman, the party moves upstairs. The mansion happens to have a sprawling deck on the upper floor. It’s so huge that it’s enough to hold enough tables for the entire party. The deck overlooks the backyard and a swimming pool. I’m seated with a few staff from the club, but the most important thing is that my table is far enough from Brent’s. I’ve caught glimpses of him, but I’ve not run into him again. So far, so good.

JELENA It is finally time for dinner, and we are all ushered into a massive banquet hall unlike anything I have ever seen. Crystal chandeliers hang from the impossibly high ceiling, casting warm golden light across polished marble floors and long tables stretch across the room, covered in luxurious fabrics embroidered with silver and gold threads. Every place setting is flawless, from the sparkling crystal glasses to the gleaming silver cutlery. The entire hall radiates wealth, power, and authority, I am grateful for one thing, I haven't had to run into any more members of my family.

"Let them remember exactly who rules the territory that they admire." He straightened his posture, extending his massive arm toward her. Rosalie took a shallow breath, resting her small hand on his powerful forearm, and together, they walked out of the chambers toward the grand banquet hall. The grand banquet hall was a spectacle of northern wealth. Massive crystal chandeliers hung from the high vaulted ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the long mahogany dining table. The table was laden with silver platters of roasted meats, exotic fruits, and chalices filled with expensive crimson wine.

What's his problem? I just shrugged and we started to walk toward the door. I feel that Rhys followed us. The door opened and Butler Moby welcomed us. "Welcome back, Sir Soren and Madam Evie," he greeted that making us smile. He then led us to the dining hall. Truly, this mansion is beautiful and luxurious. A grand staircase was settled at the center and as far as I know, this mansion has 45 rooms.

This was my chance to peel back the curtain, to finally see who had betrayed me. Though the thought made my stomach twist, dread pressing against my ribs, because sometimes the truth is not a gift. Sometimes it is a curse. On the birthday, the Villa was alive like never before. Preparations had begun before sunrise, and by morning the estate brimmed with a quiet frenzy of staff moving like clockwork. The banquet was set in the grand hall, a magnificent chamber with ceilings painted like the night sky, stars twinkling as if plucked from the heavens. Long velvet drapes the color of midnight spilled down the walls, and chandeliers shaped like enchanted forests bathed the room in warm light.

After several seconds of tense silence, Lucien let out a quiet snort and folded his business newspaper. "This mansion is cleaned every day by dozens of servants. If there are insects in the dining room, that means the head butler is incompetent," Lucien said flatly, his tone cold and emotionless. He placed his cloth napkin on the table with a slow, elegant motion. "Forget about the ant. Listen carefully. Tonight, there will be a formal banquet at the main ballroom of Blackthorne Group's flagship hotel. The event will also serve to officially introduce you as the young lady under our family's protection."

“Come, you must be famished. Let’s get something in your stomach.” I opened my mouth to decline, to say that I couldn’t possibly eat after what just happened—but one look from her, and I swallowed the refusal. We entered the mansion, which was even grander inside. White marble floors and crystal chandelier. In the dining hall, a table had already been set—roast duck, grilled vegetables, wine chilling in silver buckets. I forced myself to sit. To nod politely as Sylvia chatted about seasonal menus and upcoming charity galas, as if bullets hadn’t just flown past our heads.

Exiting from the old lady's room, Faye kept her head down and remained silent. Nadia observed Faye picking up a photo frame and noted her attention to the person captured in the image. Faye was lost in her thoughts, and Nadia hesitated, unsure of what to say. They maintained a quiet demeanor for a while. Eventually, the two made their way to the banquet venue—the first floor of the Reed residence. The hall chosen for the banquet exuded a festive aura with its spacious layout and intricate decorations on both floors. Tables draped in dark tablecloths were laden with an array of drinks, fruits, and snacks. The venue buzzed with a considerable crowd, creating a vibrant and lively atmosphere.

I said, knowing he wouldn't be able to make it that night. “Really? Then good.” He smirked; his hand fondled one of my boobs excitedly, and he didn't let go until he pinched my nipple. We walked toward the car outside, and he opened the car door for me to enter. We drove out of the mansion, and hands were on my lap. “I can't wait,” I muttered, caressing my aggressor, and I nodded with a faint smile. Not too long. We arrived at the banquet; the hall reeked of money and menace dressed up in elegance like a wolf in silk. The room was dim but golden, lit by low chandeliers that cast long, soft shadows on the velvet walls.

And even now, as we approach the entrance of the mansion, Yvanna's arm is wrapped around Hugh's. The grand foyer of the mansion welcomes us with a flourish of gilded opulence. We’re escorted by Omegas, our steps echoing against the marble floors as we make our way towards the dining area. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the room. The table is adorned with fine china and silverware, a feast fit for royalty laid out before us.