Ten dayster.
Randolph Winters held a grand banquet for Thalia.
The banquet was set at Great Fosters, Randolph’s newly purchased estate in Surrey. Though the event was scheduled for seven in the evening, Thalia had risen at eight in the morning to begin her preparations.
During the previous ckwood family dinner, Lady ckwood had insisted that proper British girls ought to wear traditional evening gowns. Thalia had initially considered visiting the most prestigious couturier in London for a bespoke evening dress, but upon remembering the banquet hall’s Medieval European Rococo aesthetic, she decided on something more borate.
For tonight, she’d selected a light blue Rococo–style off–shoulder gown inspired by the one worn by Marie Antote in the 1956 film “The Queen of Fashion.” The dress featured numerous petticoats and a pannier, creating an exquisitely wide, magnificent silhouette. Underneath, she wore a structured corset that entuated her waist and décolletage, showcasing her perfect figure. The gown was crafted from luxurious silk with borate embellishments, adorned with intricatece and pearl detailing–both elegant and regal.
Toplement the ensemble, her stylist had fitted Thalia with a tinum blonde wig styled in period fashion. The upper portion was swept back and secured, while the lower section cascaded in European–style curls on either side, adorned with hair ornaments matching the gown’s palette.
For makeup, she was given light blue contact lenses, transforming her appearance to blonde–haired and blue–eyed, perfectlyplementing the Rococo–style gown. Thalia’s naturally porcinplexion required minimal cosmetics–just a lightyer of foundation and a subtle lip colour sufficed to make her appear like an angel
descended to earth.
The estate was located approximately an hour’s drive from Thalia’s Tribeca t.
At five in the afternoon, Asher arrived at the stylist’s salon to collect Thalia, finding himself momentarily stunned
by her transformation.
Thalia turned to him with a gentle smile. “You’re here.”
Asher was also impably dressed in period–appropriate formal attire, his hair styled in subtle waves to match the era, enhancing his aristocratic bearing.
Thalia sat at the dressing table adjusting her appearance in the mirror. Asher approached, bowing slightly and extending his hand. “My little princess.”
Thalia gently ced her hand in his.
Asher brought her hand to his lips, cing a reverent kiss upon it and speaking in wless French: “Ma princesse, puis–je avoir l’honneur de vous escorter ce soir?”
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Thalia returned his smile, responding in equally perfect French: “Mais bien sor”
An hourter, the Rolls–Royce Cullinan finally arrived at Great Fosters.
The car proceeded along the broad driveway, lined with majestic ne trees. Their winter bare branches fractured the grey winter sky into a delicatettice of shadows above.
From a distance, one could see the magnificent Tudor–Gothic mansion that served as the estate’s main building
The estate wasrger and more magnificent than the Powell residence, covering over two hundred acres. The main building was an imposing historic structure, with several period cottages and guest amodations elegantly positioned throughout the grounds.
Thendscaping featured evergreens, providing lush greenery even in winter. The expansive gardens contained numerous rare specimens and architectural follies.
The estate also included a helipad, an ornamentalke, swimming facilities, a private cinema, tennis courts, a gymnasium, equestrian facilities, and otherprehensive amenities.
Randolph had studied in France in his youth and had traveled extensively throughout Europe.
He spoke impable French with a genuine Parisian ent, and when dressed in formal attire, his every gesture exuded the quality of French aristocracy. He particrly favoured Rococo and Baroque architectural styles. This estate was one he had recently purchased as part of Thalia’s dowry. Having justpleted the transaction<b>, </b>today marked its inaugural reception for entertaining guests.
Luxury vehicles continuously arrived at the estate. At the entrance, numerous uniformed security staff stood in formation, verifying invitations and confirming identities.
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When the Cullinan reached the entrance, the security personnel allowed it to pass without inspection.
They had been instructed to memorise the registration tes of vehicles frequently used by the ckwood and Winters families, including Asher’s Cullinan.
The car proceeded unhindered into the estate, finally stopping before the main building.
Other guests‘ vehicles were directed to the designated parking area; only cars from the Winters, ckwood, and Powell families were privileged to stop directly at the main entrance.
After the chauffeur parked, Asher opened the door. The estate butler, who had already emerged to wee them, stood nearby with a respectful bow.
Asher extended his hand toward Thalia, who alighted gracefully with his assistance.
The mansion doors stood wide open, with a red carpet extending from outside far into the interior, its end not visible from the entrance.
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On either side of the red carpet, dozens of staff lined up in two rows, all in formal livery, bowing as they called out in unison: “Good evening, Miss Winters! Good evening, Mr. ckwood!”
Thalia, arm in arm with Asher, walked elegantly along the red carpet into the mansion.
The banquet hall on the ground floor was designed after the ballroom of Versailles–magnificent and splendidly decorated. Several enormous crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, which was painted with
Renaissance–inspired murals. Entering the banquet hall was like stepping into a royal French pce from centuries
past.
This ballroom rivalled even its Versailles inspiration in grandeur.
Inside, the orchestra yed gentle ssical melodies while guests conversed animatedly, champagne flutes clinking
in celebration.
The moment Thalia and Asher appeared, they captured everyone’s attention.
The crowd automatically parted <i>to </i>create a path. Thalia and Asher walked hand in hand into the banquet hall amid admiring nces, as elegant and noble as a royal couple from a bygone era.
Grace Bet<b>, </b>in an effort to please Lady ckwood, had once again worn a traditional British evening gown today, which shed conspicuously with the banquet hall’s historic French aesthetic.
However, since there was no formal dress code stipting that attire must match the banquet’s theme, she hadn’t initially felt self–conscious about her choice.
But now, seeing Thalia and Asher looking like they’d stepped from the pages of a historical romance, Grace was consumed with jealousy, herposure brittle with resentment.
The pair immediately became the focal point upon their entrance, outshining all other meticulously dressed guests, including Grace.
Grace, apanying Lady ckwood Sr., watched as Thalia and Asher mingled with other guests. She spoke with a caustic undertone: “Grandmother, just look at how Thalia is dressed. You explicitly mentioned at our family dinner that her attire was inappropriate and she ought to embrace her British heritage, but today she’s gone even further with this borate costume. She’s even wearing a blonde wig! Isn’t she simply putting on airs? It seems rather like she’s deliberately trying to provoke you, doesn’t it?”
Lady ckwood was decidedly traditional in her thinking and conservative in her behavior. She had always been wary of foreign influences and held strong opinions about preserving what she considered to be proper British traditions and values.
Although times had changed dramatically, with increasingly nuanced cultural exchanges and globalization bing the prevailing reality, the elderly woman’s traditional views remained deeply entrenched, and she still harbored certain prejudices against what she perceived as foreign affectations.
Grace’s remarks immediately incensed Lady ckwood.
She red at Thalia, who was cheerfully conversing with others nearby, her eyes shing with disapproval, “She deliberately appears before me dressed like this, knowing my views on the matter, and she’s influencing Asher as well. Even his styling looks utterly foreign now. Having someone with so little respect for tradition as my grandson’s wife would bring nothing but discord to our family!“
Ten dayster.
Randolph Winters held a grand banquet for Thalia.
The banquet was set at Great Fosters, Randolph’s newly purchased estate in Surrey. Though the event was scheduled for seven in the evening, Thalia had risen at eight in the morning to begin her preparations.
During the previous ckwood family dinner, Lady ckwood had insisted that proper British girls ought to wear traditional evening gowns. Thalia had initially considered visiting the most prestigious couturier in London for a bespoke evening dress, but upon remembering the banquet hall’s Medieval European Rococo aesthetic, she decided on something more borate.
For tonight, she’d selected a light blue Rococo–style off–shoulder gown inspired by the one worn by Marie Antote in the 1956 film “The Queen of Fashion.” The dress featured numerous petticoats and a pannier, creating an exquisitely wide, magnificent silhouette. Underneath, she wore a structured corset that entuated her waist and décolletage, showcasing her perfect figure. The gown was crafted from luxurious silk with borate embellishments, adorned with intricatece and pearl detailing–both elegant and regal.
Toplement the ensemble, her stylist had fitted Thalia with a tinum blonde wig styled in period fashion. The upper portion was swept back and secured, while the lower section cascaded in European–style curls on either side, adorned with hair ornaments matching the gown’s palette.
For makeup, she was given light blue contact lenses, transforming her appearance to blonde–haired and blue–eyed, perfectlyplementing the Rococo–style gown. Thalia’s naturally porcinplexion required minimal cosmetics–just a lightyer of foundation and a subtle lip colour sufficed to make her appear like an angel
descended to earth.
The estate was located approximately an hour’s drive from Thalia’s Tribeca t.
At five in the afternoon, Asher arrived at the stylist’s salon to collect Thalia, finding himself momentarily stunned
by her transformation.
Thalia turned to him with a gentle smile. “You’re here.”
Asher was also impably dressed in period–appropriate formal attire, his hair styled in subtle waves to match the era, enhancing his aristocratic bearing.
Thalia sat at the dressing table adjusting her appearance in the mirror. Asher approached, bowing slightly and extending his hand. “My little princess.”
Thalia gently ced her hand in his.
Asher brought her hand to his lips, cing a reverent kiss upon it and speaking in wless French: “Ma princesse, puis–je avoir l’honneur de vous escorter ce soir?”
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Thalia returned his smile, responding in equally perfect French: “Mais bien sor”
An hourter, the Rolls–Royce Cullinan finally arrived at Great Fosters.
The car proceeded along the broad driveway, lined with majestic ne trees. Their winter bare branches fractured the grey winter sky into a delicatettice of shadows above.
From a distance, one could see the magnificent Tudor–Gothic mansion that served as the estate’s main building
The estate wasrger and more magnificent than the Powell residence, covering over two hundred acres. The main building was an imposing historic structure, with several period cottages and guest amodations elegantly positioned throughout the grounds.
Thendscaping featured evergreens, providing lush greenery even in winter. The expansive gardens contained numerous rare specimens and architectural follies.
The estate also included a helipad, an ornamentalke, swimming facilities, a private cinema, tennis courts, a gymnasium, equestrian facilities, and otherprehensive amenities.
Randolph had studied in France in his youth and had traveled extensively throughout Europe.
He spoke impable French with a genuine Parisian ent, and when dressed in formal attire, his every gesture exuded the quality of French aristocracy. He particrly favoured Rococo and Baroque architectural styles. This estate was one he had recently purchased as part of Thalia’s dowry. Having justpleted the transaction<b>, </b>today marked its inaugural reception for entertaining guests.
Luxury vehicles continuously arrived at the estate. At the entrance, numerous uniformed security staff stood in formation, verifying invitations and confirming identities.
ins achee men
When the Cullinan reached the entrance, the security personnel allowed it to pass without inspection.
They had been instructed to memorise the registration tes of vehicles frequently used by the ckwood and Winters families, including Asher’s Cullinan.
The car proceeded unhindered into the estate, finally stopping before the main building.
Other guests‘ vehicles were directed to the designated parking area; only cars from the Winters, ckwood, and Powell families were privileged to stop directly at the main entrance.
After the chauffeur parked, Asher opened the door. The estate butler, who had already emerged to wee them, stood nearby with a respectful bow.
Asher extended his hand toward Thalia, who alighted gracefully with his assistance.
The mansion doors stood wide open, with a red carpet extending from outside far into the interior, its end not visible from the entrance.
13:40
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On either side of the red carpet, dozens of staff lined up in two rows, all in formal livery, bowing as they called out in unison: “Good evening, Miss Winters! Good evening, Mr. ckwood!”
Thalia, arm in arm with Asher, walked elegantly along the red carpet into the mansion.
The banquet hall on the ground floor was designed after the ballroom of Versailles–magnificent and splendidly decorated. Several enormous crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, which was painted with
Renaissance–inspired murals. Entering the banquet hall was like stepping into a royal French pce from centuries
past.
This ballroom rivalled even its Versailles inspiration in grandeur.
Inside, the orchestra yed gentle ssical melodies while guests conversed animatedly, champagne flutes clinking
in celebration.
The moment Thalia and Asher appeared, they captured everyone’s attention.
The crowd automatically parted <i>to </i>create a path. Thalia and Asher walked hand in hand into the banquet hall amid admiring nces, as elegant and noble as a royal couple from a bygone era.
Grace Bet<b>, </b>in an effort to please Lady ckwood, had once again worn a traditional British evening gown today, which shed conspicuously with the banquet hall’s historic French aesthetic.
However, since there was no formal dress code stipting that attire must match the banquet’s theme, she hadn’t initially felt self–conscious about her choice.
But now, seeing Thalia and Asher looking like they’d stepped from the pages of a historical romance, Grace was consumed with jealousy, herposure brittle with resentment.
The pair immediately became the focal point upon their entrance, outshining all other meticulously dressed guests, including Grace.
Grace, apanying Lady ckwood Sr., watched as Thalia and Asher mingled with other guests. She spoke with a caustic undertone: “Grandmother, just look at how Thalia is dressed. You explicitly mentioned at our family dinner that her attire was inappropriate and she ought to embrace her British heritage, but today she’s gone even further with this borate costume. She’s even wearing a blonde wig! Isn’t she simply putting on airs? It seems rather like she’s deliberately trying to provoke you, doesn’t it?”
Lady ckwood was decidedly traditional in her thinking and conservative in her behavior. She had always been wary of foreign influences and held strong opinions about preserving what she considered to be proper British traditions and values.
Although times had changed dramatically, with increasingly nuanced cultural exchanges and globalization bing the prevailing reality, the elderly woman’s traditional views remained deeply entrenched, and she still harbored certain prejudices against what she perceived as foreign affectations.
Grace’s remarks immediately incensed Lady ckwood.
She red at Thalia, who was cheerfully conversing with others nearby, her eyes shing with disapproval, “She deliberately appears before me dressed like this, knowing my views on the matter, and she’s influencing Asher as well. Even his styling looks utterly foreign now. Having someone with so little respect for tradition as my grandson’s wife would bring nothing but discord to our family!”
“Indeed, Grandmother,” Grace added with feigned concern. “Asher never used to dress in such theatrical costumes, Thalia must have insisted upon it.”
Lady ckwood’s expression darkened further. “What a waste that I even offered an apology after the family dinner, admitting I had been rather harsh. This sort of behavior shouldn’t be indulged. Perhaps I wasn’t firm enough in expressing my concerns previously.”
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“Indeed, Grandmother,” Grace added with feigned concern. “Asher never used to dress in such theatrical costumes, Thalia must have insisted upon it.”
Lady ckwood’s expression darkened further. “What a waste that I even offered an apology after the family dinner, admitting I had been rather harsh. This sort of behavior shouldn’t be indulged. Perhaps I wasn’t firm enough in expressing my concerns previously.”
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