cold.

No one said anything. I was afraid to even

speculate on why no one had arrived. Trevor looked

very anxious when he thought we weren't noticing. To give myself something pleasant to think

about, I fixed my eyes on the buffet tables, which

reminded me so much of that first ball I'd seen in the

original Foxworth Hall

Very much like what I was staring at. Red linen tablecloths, silver dishes and bowls.

A fountain spraying champagne. Huge, gleaming,

chafing dishes emitting delicious odors. Heaps and

heaps of food on fancy tiered plates of crystal,

porcelain, gold and silver. At last I could resist no

longer and got up to taste of this and that while Bart

frowned and complained I was ruining the beautiful

designs. I wrinkled my nose his way and handed Chris

a plate full of everything I knew he'd like best. Soon

Jory was helping himself.

Red beeswax bayberry candles burned lower

and lower. Towering gelatin masterpieces began to

sag. Melted cheeses began to toughen, and the heating

sauces thickened. Crepe batter waited to be poured on

turned over thin pans, while chefs eyed each other curiously. I had to look away from all that was going

bad.

Fires cheered all our main rooms, making them

cozy, exceptionally lovely. Extra servants grew

restless and anxious-looking as they fidgeted and

began to mill about, whispering amongst themselves,

not knowing what to do.

Down the stairs drifted Cindy in a crimson

hooped- skirted gown, so elaborate it put my

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