The Ladies of the Grand Table — A Masquerade Evening

The evening unfolded without urgency.

Not as an event, but as a presence.

Beneath chandeliers and vaulted stone,

they gathered around a table that carried more than food.

It carried silence, history, and the rare permission

to simply be.

Masks did not hide them.

They freed them.

Wine caught the glow of candlelight.

Red roses traced a line through the centre of the room,

as if reminding everyone

that elegance is never loud.

Beyond the arches, the city stood still.

Domes and towers watched quietly,

aware that some moments do not belong to spectacle,

but to memory.

This was not excess.

This was restraint with soul.

A gathering without haste.

A celebration without conquest.

A night where beauty did not demand attention,

yet received it.

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