[Time moves quickly, and before anyone knows it, the day of the engagement party is upon them.
The Aubel estate it done-up to the nines this evening. As guests filter in (invited family, friends, co-workers, even vague acquaintances and plus ones), they’re greeted with a warm, inviting atmosphere. The Christmas decor compliments the austere architecture in the best way; boughs of holly, just like the song, hang on every bannister. Wreaths on the walls, and more than one Christmas tree sits brightly in the Aubel home.
The foyer is where most of the festivities take place, of course. There, stands the biggest tree, tall and sparkling and smelling of evergreen; beside it sits a 9-foot white grand piano, moved in from one of the drawing rooms, waiting for anyone hoping to add a bit of live holiday music to the already lively atmosphere. There are tables of hors d'oeuvres and sparkling champagne towers and should the guests filter into the dining hall (where the party extends to, and then to some of the smaller rooms in the same part of the house), they’ll be treated by even more food, and more seating for those who inevitably become too weary from partying, or too drunk to stand up properly.
Outside, it’s cold. Snow flurries flutter downwards and sticks lightly to the grass. Lights glow from the windows of the large house, and the murmur of talking and laughter can be heard by anyone who happens to be outside. (Hopefully you’ve brought your coat, if that’s the case.)
People are still continually filtering in (their fancy cars finding ample places to park in the Aubel’s long driveway), even as the party starts to reach full swing. Already it seems as if it’ll be a successful endeavor, lively and cheerful, and the night is still young yet.]
˙sʅɐɯᴉuɐ ʎʇɹɐd ǝʅqɐʇᴉɹǝʌ
[Time moves quickly, and before anyone knows it, the day of the engagement party is upon them.
The Aubel estate it done-up to the nines this evening. As guests filter in (invited family, friends, co-workers, even vague acquaintances and plus ones), they’re greeted with a warm, inviting atmosphere. The Christmas decor compliments the austere architecture in the best way; boughs of holly, just like the song, hang on every bannister. Wreaths on the walls, and more than one Christmas tree sits brightly in the Aubel home.
The foyer is where most of the festivities take place, of course. There, stands the biggest tree, tall and sparkling and smelling of evergreen; beside it sits a 9-foot white grand piano, moved in from one of the drawing rooms, waiting for anyone hoping to add a bit of live holiday music to the already lively atmosphere. There are tables of hors d'oeuvres and sparkling champagne towers and should the guests filter into the dining hall (where the party extends to, and then to some of the smaller rooms in the same part of the house), they’ll be treated by even more food, and more seating for those who inevitably become too weary from partying, or too drunk to stand up properly.
Outside, it’s cold. Snow flurries flutter downwards and sticks lightly to the grass. Lights glow from the windows of the large house, and the murmur of talking and laughter can be heard by anyone who happens to be outside. (Hopefully you’ve brought your coat, if that’s the case.)
People are still continually filtering in (their fancy cars finding ample places to park in the Aubel’s long driveway), even as the party starts to reach full swing. Already it seems as if it’ll be a successful endeavor, lively and cheerful, and the night is still young yet.]