Splendor. What majesty. Intricate
carvings and patterns adorned the freshly painted walls. What skillful art it
was, for no recurring design was any different from the other. Humongous chandeliers suspended off of
the high ceilings and the many other candles already lit up simply added to the
novelty and grandeur of the event. The candles gave off the scent of rosewood
and the poignant aroma quickly filled the air. It brought time to another
summer time of fresh fields and flowers swaying in the wind to a backdrop of a
blue sky and burning sun.
‘Hurry, hurry!’
Tables were being set up, and the
rattling of glasses rung steadily through the hall as they were being arranged
in an orderly fashion. The harried and stressed out looks carried by the
waiters far contrasted the serenity and nonchalance worn on the pretty and
powdered faces of the attendees. Forming small groups along the corridors, they
talked and discussed in unison. Varied pitches and pauses blended in well with
their enthusiasm and eagerness to share as their chatter gradually stirred the
life out of the lethargic evening sunset.
Unexpectedly, a sudden decrescendo
descended upon the liveliness as the steady sound of rolling wheels resulted in
a shift in their attention and gaze. Oh, it was nothing, just a mere large
chunk of wood being shifted into the large ballroom. It warranted a few shaking
of heads and whispers of disapproval at the sudden interruption of the
liveliness. Sighs aplenty and handkerchiefs came in handy as they finally
completed their work.
Soon, the guests filled the grand hall
of magnificence and together with their presence; they carried with them the
atmosphere of joy and laughter. However, like all fuels, their fire and energy
gradually fizzled out and impatience hung heavily in the room. They were, after
all, not the main event.
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