As the ballroom filled with the sounds of merriment and laughter, Gwendolyn was caught up in the excitement.
She felt like she was in a dream, surrounded by such extravagance. She had never seen anything like it before.
The mansion was like a palace, and the decorations were exquisite. The guests were dressed in their finest clothes, and the air was filled with the aroma of fine food and drink. The room was filled with the sounds of music and conversation. Standing at the edge of the swirling crowd, Gwendolyn watched as the guests enjoyed themselves, feeling out of place.
The grand hall was filled with elegantly dressed guests, but their faces were unfamiliar to her. The conversations buzzed around her, but she couldn't quite catch their words. It was as if they were speaking in a different language, their voices blending into an unclear hum. She felt isolated, a stranger in a room full of people, unsure of what to do or where to go.
