The sunrays seemed to pick up every particle of dust and make them dance all over the room. It was mid afternoon. I know by the height of the sun shining in my bedroom window. Another day of fussing and fretting about whether the napkins would match the tablecloths, which china was more impressive, the green and gold dragons inherited from my great grandfather, Lord Cantebury, or the pale red rose pattern which Lady Blanchett adored. You see, every so often, my mother feels obliged to hold a party to acknowledge her position as an ‘outstanding member of society’. Well, when I say obliged I mean she lives for it. Lady Blanchett and my mother have had an ongoing rivalry about these parties for years. Your respect and rank in the small town of Lockland increases with your success at these banquets. This year everyone is waiting on tender hook to see how my mother could top Lord Mayor Franklin’s appearance at the Blanchett’s fete.
The house was looking exceptionally lovely. Every room aired and filled with snow-white lilies. Their scent was exquisite. It filled the rooms like a rich perfume and made everything so fresh. The ruby red carpet was spotless and the polished mahogany floors gleaming.
All the ladies were seated and the men soon followed. The appetizers were served. The choice was either melon and grapes served in white wine or a seafood chowder and croutons. I choose the melon as I despised seafood. I was seated between my father and my cousin James at the head table. James was an intelligent fellow who loved to discuss the economical situation of our country and the corruption that is our government. I enjoyed his witty anecdotes as did my father and dinner passed quite quickly. The main-course of duck a l’orange and chicken sautéed in a white wine sauce went down a treat. All credit to our great chef who was an expert at these dinners by now. Once dessert of chocolate mousse or crème caramel was devoured people began to depart from their seats and make their was to the evening room which had been set up especially for the night. The deep cream walls helped accentuate the navy blue drapes and deep mahogany floors to show their full beauty. All around the room were pictures from renaissance Italy. Beautiful nature scenes and portraits. They were very popular with every one as they were always admired. My great-great-grandmother bought them in a small village near Milan where they had not been discovered. In the corner of the room was the white grand piano ready for the night ahead. My mother hurried every one into the room. She had an announcement to make. “ And now friends will you please welcome the classical Marbo band.” Many gasped. No one knew how she could get a band so famous. They had to be booked months in advance. I must admit I was impressed. This would surely out do Lord Mayor Franklin’s appearance. Lady Blanchett looked shocked. They began to play a sweet tune and most began to dance. I’m afraid I have two left feet so I leave the art of dance to the others.
The hallway was filling quickly. I spotted Lord and Lady Blanchett with their two beautiful daughters Jeosbel and Clarissa, Mrs. Huckle who was covered in gold from head to toe. I think she felt she had to flaunt her wealth more because she didn’t ha
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