Walking into the dining room was exactly like stepping into a scene from a movie, Quinn thought. The longest table she had ever seen stretched through the center of the large room. The table was draped in a purple cloth and set with beautiful silver dishes. Arrangements of fresh flowers in a variety of colors created centerpieces every few feet, lit softly by candles placed in the middle. There were people all over the room standing in friendly groups. The women were all dressed in beautiful, flowing gowns, and the men in elegant suits. Young children ran about freely, often testing the sliding power of their dressy shoes against the polished marble floor. Off to one side, Quinn could see a cluster of small children, shrieking and jumping to catch the iridescent bubbles that a young man was blowing. As Thomas led her further into the room, she was shocked to see that the bubble-blowing man was William. She’d never seen him like this, smiling and laughing as the youngest children hopped around him. Tiny Sarah toddled near his feet, and Quinn watched as William directed a stream of bubbles right over her head, grinning wildly with obvious pride as she grasped several in her chubby fingers. Despite Thomas’ teasing comment about William not taking time over his appearance, Quinn was surprised at her reaction to seeing him in his formalwear. He wore the same style of cape and hat as Thomas, which made him look royal, rather than silly as she might have expected. He was - dashing, she decided. She laughed inwardly at the old-fashioned word, but couldn’t think of a better description.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 17:29:49 +0000
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