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Axle's grip on my hand never relented even as we stopped at the drawing room's threshold, watching what was unfolding before we made our presence and arrival known.
Xavier stood in the middle of the drawing room, calling the room to attention as he clinked a fork to his glass. The silent music was completely shut off, including the wait staff who each halted their movement through the room- passing around drinks and appetisers.
The interior had been transformed to accept guests with white lillies arranged around the room, twined into the black chiavari chairs that had been arranged for the guests.
The same beautiful arrangement of Lillies had been placed around the large portrait of Sawyer Haren at the front of room. It was a beautiful photo of him. He was seemed older somehow in
