Ophelia
The day of the banquet came.
I tried putting everything in order, not wanting to leave anything behind. With every move that I made, it left me in a state of disarray because the clock was ticking and the banquet preparation was far from ready.
"Is that supposed to be me there? What the hell is that doing over there? Come on, don't even play with me now or I'll be so pissed."
Deciding not to overreact, I took a deep breath and paused near the entrance, hands on my hips, eyes scanning everything like I was about to solve a crime scene.
“No, no… this is wrong,” I muttered under my breath.
The tables were arranged in neat rows, sure—but too neat and too straight and that wasn't what I wanted for the banquet
I wanted something to show the kind of environment I wa
