Chapter Thirty-Eight

The dining hall was a sight to behold, transformed into a vision of elegant beauty. Delicate bouquets, reminiscent of the ones I had admired in the garden, were artfully arranged in a gradient of pinks and reds, culminating in a serene display of pristine white blooms. The soft glow of candlelight cast an intimate ambiance over the room, each flicker dancing on the polished surfaces, reflecting off the crystal chandeliers and silver cutlery. The air was filled with the subtle scent of roses, a fragrant reminder of the garden outside.