Calder felt uncomfortable. He looked to his left and saw ladies happily chatting at various tables as they sat and drank their tea. He looked to his right, more tables littered with ladies doing the samething. He looked behind him and their were tiny couches and tables with various aged children who looked bored and lost on what to do.
He turned and looked ahead. A single table meant for 8 people, decorated with silk ribbons, fancy floral arrangements and even fancier refreshments. The women there seemed engrosed in their own world as a familiar figure with rose gold hair was being brushed and pampered.
Calder had no idea who's garden they were in but to his demands and rant from just an hour ago, he was not the center of attention of a crowd but rather to a group of 5 women who sat awkwardly but were eager to please him.
Cold sweet rolled down Calder's body. He couldn't stop cursing at the ladies who were sincerely trying to guess what he needed.
