The grand banquet hall was lavishly decorated, and the tables decorated with white and red clothes had empty glasses scattered across the hall. Although it was still quite early, everything seems to be in place already.
Looking down from the top second floor, Sandra and Anne eagerly awaited the moment their friends would walk in. They couldn't wait to see them even though they had already been told that they would come.
"You two need to calm down," Mrs Romanov, Sandra miter, said as she walked to where they stood.
"But…" Sandra was about to complain when she shook her head.
"Haven't they told you that they would come?" She asked. She cupped their faces and smiled knowingly. They had been raised in a way that they didn't have much patience, and she was to blame as Sandra's mother, but other than that, they were good kids. "Trust them and trust their words. You know better than I do, and I am certain that they will be here and on time."