Reminisce

Taking a few steps before and breathing out a warm misted substance, I was in awe when I opened the door to a ballroom-like palace. A giant, opulent and diamond chandelier in the middle of the place, bringing light to every corner of the massive room. The soft music playing, reminded me of my jubilant days of dancing and designing my own melodies and eating the sweetest treats made by my eldest brother. Walking in, not only was I welcomed by a sweet scent that ran up my nose, stimulating these memories, but also by a question.

“Do you have a reservation, Miss?” the pale skinned waiter questioned monotonously.