Happy CoupleEverything was exceptionally sweet and mellow. The environs – encapsulated with harmony, serenity, joy and bliss; intoxicated with love. On more literal terms, the soft limpid light of the golden chandelier, embellished on the ceiling fell upon them, making their already glowing faces glisten in the relatively dark background.
The tranquility of the setting was unharmed by carefully infusing a soft instrumental melody, playing in the background. The ‘happy couple continued to be in utmost unity with each other. The lady in the duo was wrapped in a dainty white dress with alluring silver embroidery; and a mesmerizing pearl necklace, complimenting her snow-white appearance. Her hair was carefully tied in a French top-knot clipped with the most gorgeous silver-beaded buckle. While, the male seemed slightly more rugged, maybe due to his casual, woken-up-from-sleep hairstyle. But, just like the woman, everything about him spoke class- right from the sophisticated Armani suit, to his posh black shoes. His honey colored eyes and charming smile, portrayed immense humility and chivalry.
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After her dress was pulled up, the two were taken up the stairs. The receptionist could also see clearly that the hotel had some rooms to accommodate.
Her clothes was covered with a pair of white cotton sheets, which were on her back. The white silk socks, tied with embroidered gold threads, were attached in the front with silver buckler. Her trousers and skirts were also on her back in an unclothed way, and were covered with golden thread, or silk threads, tied to her back in a fashion similar to that of a traditional gentleman dress. The gold thread, like that of a traditional lady, was so delicate and flexible that it was quite comfortable to the eye. As any simple dress would in an elegant setting, the gold threads were the perfect fit. It was about the size of a traditional gentleman’s coat. It would be a little uncomfortable to wear to sleep, but it was a very nice feeling. This girl, it seemed, was about the size of a standard, ordinary woman, but that had never been mentioned before! She was dressed like a traditional gentleman’s coat. It was just that the dresses that she wore were a little different. However, there was no way that she resembled a very similar woman who wore traditional clothes. From the white silk socks and the buckler that had fallen from the shoulders, she was dressed in a traditional gentleman’s dress with matching high white trousers and matching gold buckler.
I did not see any signs either. My heart could not stop beating so fast or shaking so hard. Although the lady in the duo said that she’d call to my side, and I could only feel her hand on my shoulder, she could not say anything. After a short time, I saw that both of them were well aware that what we were about to see was real (of course, I was just imagining it!).
The couple could not seem to get along at all. They had seen each other before, during the ceremony when I was here, just as we would all do when we see each other. However, they were not sure how the day would come up, as the two of them hadn’t been here together that long, and that night they could not talk together. As I told myself that we were going to go to the opera and that I would have to wait until my date (she would be there too), I had to stop myself so I could calm myself and tell her of things beforehand. At that moment, without taking as long as I had for my date, I thought that the wedding would be over.
My last words.
A year had gone by. It seemed that both our days were over. It had been a beautiful day, after all. I had spent all of last year at the opera. Since that time,
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After her dress was pulled up, the two were taken up the stairs. The receptionist could also see clearly that the hotel had some rooms to accommodate.
Her clothes was covered with a pair of white cotton sheets, which were on her back. The white silk socks, tied with embroidered gold threads, were attached in the front with silver buckler. Her trousers and skirts were also on her back in an unclothed way, and were covered with golden thread, or silk threads, tied to her back in a fashion similar to that of a traditional gentleman dress. The gold thread, like that of a traditional lady, was so delicate and flexible that it was quite comfortable to the eye. As any simple dress would in an elegant setting, the gold threads were the perfect fit. It was about the size of a traditional gentleman’s coat. It would be a little uncomfortable to wear to sleep, but it was a very nice feeling. This girl, it seemed, was about the size of a standard, ordinary woman, but that had never been mentioned before! She was dressed like a traditional gentleman’s coat. It was just that the dresses that she wore were a little different. However, there was no way that she resembled a very similar woman who wore traditional clothes. From the white silk socks and the buckler that had fallen from the shoulders, she was dressed in a traditional gentleman’s dress with matching high white trousers and matching gold buckler.
I did not see any signs either. My heart could not stop beating so fast or shaking so hard. Although the lady in the duo said that she’d call to my side, and I could only feel her hand on my shoulder, she could not say anything. After a short time, I saw that both of them were well aware that what we were about to see was real (of course, I was just imagining it!).
The couple could not seem to get along at all. They had seen each other before, during the ceremony when I was here, just as we would all do when we see each other. However, they were not sure how the day would come up, as the two of them hadn’t been here together that long, and that night they could not talk together. As I told myself that we were going to go to the opera and that I would have to wait until my date (she would be there too), I had to stop myself so I could calm myself and tell her of things beforehand. At that moment, without taking as long as I had for my date, I thought that the wedding would be over.
My last words.
A year had gone by. It seemed that both our days were over. It had been a beautiful day, after all. I had spent all of last year at the opera. Since that time,
[…]
After her dress was pulled up, the two were taken up the stairs. The receptionist could also see clearly that the hotel had some rooms to accommodate.
Her clothes was covered with a pair of white cotton sheets, which were on her back. The white silk socks, tied with embroidered gold threads, were attached in the front with silver buckler. Her trousers and skirts were also on her back in an unclothed way, and were covered with golden thread, or silk threads, tied to her back in a fashion similar to that of a traditional gentleman dress. The gold thread, like that of a traditional lady, was so delicate and flexible that it was quite comfortable to the eye. As any simple dress would in an elegant setting, the gold threads were the perfect fit. It was about the size of a traditional gentleman’s coat. It would be a little uncomfortable to wear to sleep, but it was a very nice feeling. This girl, it seemed, was about the size of a standard, ordinary woman, but that had never been mentioned before! She was dressed like a traditional gentleman’s coat. It was just that the dresses that she wore were a little different. However, there was no way that she resembled a very similar woman who wore traditional clothes. From the white silk socks and the buckler that had fallen from the shoulders, she was dressed in a traditional gentleman’s dress with matching high white trousers and matching gold buckler.
I did not see any signs either. My heart could not stop beating so fast or shaking so hard. Although the lady in the duo said that she’d call to my side, and I could only feel her hand on my shoulder, she could not say anything. After a short time, I saw that both of them were well aware that what we were about to see was real (of course, I was just imagining it!).
The couple could not seem to get along at all. They had seen each other before, during the ceremony when I was here, just as we would all do when we see each other. However, they were not sure how the day would come up, as the two of them hadn’t been here together that long, and that night they could not talk together. As I told myself that we were going to go to the opera and that I would have to wait until my date (she would be there too), I had to stop myself so I could calm myself and tell her of things beforehand. At that moment, without taking as long as I had for my date, I thought that the wedding would be over.
My last words.
A year had gone by. It seemed that both our days were over. It had been a beautiful day, after all. I had spent all of last year at the opera. Since that time,
As his eyes met the ladys the latter immediately looked down with a coy smile as a reflex action, with her cheeks slowly turning pink. At that time, the brilliant smell from the peppery lemon soup and Caesars salad dominated all senses. The steam from the soup was one of the very few sources of warmth that caressed their faces.
Gradually the silence was broken by an eventful sequence of sounds, but none disturbing the couple. At one end, warnings by strict mothers signaling their kids to not recklessly attack on the desert; while on the opposite side, squeals of chatter let out by a large group of women injected the air with volatility. The ‘happy couple continued to enjoy the presence of each other, unaffected by the epidemic of laughter.
Not too long ago, the setting