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"She's always late," Rochester said in a highfalutin voice, hissing irritatedly. He darted his eyes about.

Inside the massive hall, the proud decor was in perfect alignment with the idea of a romantic dinner setting. Numerous exotic round tables of oak were gracing the various angles of the hall. In addition, fantastic tablecloths having cute embroidery cladded the several tables with their red-and-white patterned designs. The light fixtures were not left out; a convoy of sparkling red candles shone their magical glow about the ballroom.

On each table was a sleek glassy vase having brilliant red rose petals sticking out from its lip in several angles. Rochester got caught up with glancing over the radiant beam on the jar. The night was young, yet the moon was already high up in the sky. Each painting on the wall reflected its magical radiance as well.

The vast open window in that place allowed for the cool air of the night to filter into.

"Here we are, Ms. Hazel."