The sky glowered down at the townspeople, clouds darkening and swelling as coarse winds harshly slapped around trees. The people were clad in flourished attire, every cuff and edge seemed to be embellished with some sort of ribbon or lace. But most curious about the lot was that those with shinier shoes and bigger hair were thronged around a certain house. House was a humble word in this context, as people were awed by the towering mansion of brick. Not only did the house exude a sense of regality, but it was filled with chatter that spilled out of its gaping door.
Those who were lucky enough to stuff themselves into the house would be met with the simple yet rich interior. The woodworks seemed simple, rid of complicated carvings and embellishments, but the quality of the material itself enchanted the visitors. No one could even justify setting a cup onto the exposed tops of the tables. Apart from the deep brown hues of the furniture, the billowing curtains and sheets created such a homey atmosphere, embracing the energy from within the house. And the mirrors of the house seemed to make the space bigger, as if the house was attempting to expand in order to accommodate the growing capacity. People didn’t really care about what the initial purpose of the gathering was; people were drunk from the cheer in the air.
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