The room was a grand one, decked out with ornate tapestries and chandeliers that dripped with crystals. But the people in the room were even more extravagant.
As I walked in, I was immediately hit by the overpowering scent of expensive perfumes, each one trying to outdo the other. It was nauseating.
Sitting around a large, polished table were the duchess and duke we were supposed to escort. The Duke, a round man with a face that looked like it had never known hardship, was draped in layers of velvet and silk.
His fingers were adorned with rings, each one sporting a gemstone larger than the last. The Duchess beside him was no better she had more jewelry on her neck and wrists than most people would own in a lifetime.
Her gown was a ridiculous concoction of lace and satin, so heavy with embellishments that I wondered how she could even move in it.
