orchid blossom
Explorer
The room is thirty-foot square with a pair of rectangular tables set out to form "T". White linen tablecloths cover both tables, but only three place settings are laid out, at the bottom section of the T along the north wall nearest a set of swinging double doors that presumably go to the kitchen. The tables settings are at the far end and then also to the chairs immediately right and left of the end. The servant holds one of the side chairs for Abby and then excuses herself, heading out the door they entered rather than the one to the kitchen area.
It was uncomfortably quiet alone in the room. It was stunning, with the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows and setting the dark wood paneling glowing. Long, cream-colored draperies kept the dark panels from making the room feel somber, instead providing a balancing contrast for the light. She could imagine the room in the evening, with the elaborate crystal chandelier hanging above the table brightly lit with candles, their flickering flames reflecting of the gleaming wood.
What she couldn't imagine was a warm family meal. The table in her parents home, whether it was just the three of them or Aunts, Uncles, and cousins helping to fill the room, there was always laughter, and usually a hand getting slapped somewhere. Neti, the family cook, was often at the table with them; more often than she wasn't.
But perhaps the problem was what she knew of Cal's family, and not the room. She sighed, then looked around to see if there happened to be a newspaper nearby, or perhaps a bell she was supposed to ring.