Ingrid sat in a chair at the side, clasping her hands together as she observed the vibrant scene in the East Vermillion Garden. The garden itself was a spectacle of nature's beauty, with the fiery colors of red, orange, and yellow flowers creating a mesmerizing dance. The gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of blooming blossoms, enhancing the enchanting atmosphere.
"I managed to avoid arriving late, but it appears that I'll still face humiliation nonetheless," Ingrid thought, her gaze wandering over the other ladies who were engaged in lively chatter and laughter.
The long ornate table at the center of the garden was now adorned with a delightful array of pastries. Cakes, cream-filled éclairs, fruit tarts, delicate cookies, and many more graced the table, creating a tempting display of culinary artistry.
