The crystal chandelier hanging from the impossibly high ceiling scattered light in every direction. The walls were a soft ivory, while the sofas and the curtains covering the door to the smaller adjoining room were a deep, luxurious blue.
Ingrid reclined on the sofa across from Liliette with a platinum tea table between them, leisurely fanning herself.
“How do you like it? I tried to mimic the way you’ve decorated your castle. Don’t be disappointed that I’ve brought you to such a small parlor. I’m just starting to test things out. I’ll work on the other rooms properly after hearing your opinion.”
Liliette, seated with perfect poise, took in the surroundings of Ingrid’s thirtieth private parlor. “I can tell you put a lot of thought into it. The attention to color is especially striking,” she remarked.
Ingrid let out a contented chuckle. “Really? You noticed? As a matter of fact, I did put a lot of effort into it, just as you suggested. You certainly have an eye for these things.”
