CHRISTIAN
It was suffocating and I would be anywhere but here. The dining room was a testament to opulence and extravagance. The walls were lined with intricate tapestries and expensive artwork, giving the room a rich and sophisticated air. The floor was carpeted in a deep, rich red, contrasting brilliantly with the gleaming mahogany table that occupied the center of the room. Softly glowing chandeliers hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room with a warm, inviting light. The table was set with fine china and polished silver utensils, and a large vase filled with fresh flowers stood in the center, adding a touch of natural beauty.
But it was still suffocating.
I sat by my father's chair and to my opposite sat my mother. My mother was a sight to behold in her evening gown. The gown
