Our scene opens upon an elegant dining room, lushly paneled with rosewood and teak. Light drifts down from the chandelier, glinting off the fine silver cutlery and gold trimmed china, prisming through the goblets, casting sparkles over the starched linen.
A single red rose sets on the table, the only color in a golden world.
Bah, who am I kidding? It's not me!
Besides, I already have a nice set of china, currenly residing under my brother's bed. It was given to me by a very dear friend, and is her wedding gift to me.
So for fine dining, all I'm missing is the food.
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