THE PLAN...

The Blythes arrived at the threshold of the banquet place. The guard by the door opened the door for them to get ushered in. 

"Wowww!" Louisa screeched excitedly at the glamour her eyes could instantly observe in that place, "Look!" She darted her eyes about taking in the view of every axis of the dinner setting. The eloquent lighting of that place, the eye-catching interior décor, finely scented flower bouquet used as toppings on the very broad Bohemian type dining table, this and many more not commonizing the torchers, dangling chandeliers and the overall exquisite luminescence of the hall. All of these were truly glamorous for Louisa's poor eyes to behold. As such, the instant her brown irises absorbed the view of the hall on entry, she could not contain her overall astonishment at getting to see all of this. 

But Letita, her mother, had a different narrative to all of this.