At last it was ready.
The invitations were dispatched. The decorations had been slaved over, and for the first of many times in the previous week he had wished for a summus to do all this hurrying arround for him. The coolroom was filled with enough blood to supply a large hospital.
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Harold was dressed in classical black tie, dusting off his savile row tuxedo for the first time in what felt like an age. He stood leaning on the balcony above the doorway, leaning on the railings as he watched the hands of his watch tick their way to 11.
He turned and walked down through the house. Passing through the pale cream corridors that network the upper house, he makes his slow way down through the rooms. He pauses as he looks admiringly at the setup of the dining room, seeing Jean frantically making last minute corrections to the decour. The interior bled luxury, from the antique oak furniture to the dark velvet drapes. Set upon the pristene white tablecloth were glass vases full of hothouse china roses. The Madame Notorary had been very generous in that regard.
He did not pass through the kitchen as he made his way to the door, it being full enough of the multitudes of crystal glassware required for the 6th courses, and the members of his staff that he and Jean had managed to drill into passable waiters. Instead he straight through the lounge, a land of white wall and whiter carpet, till he reached the door to the sound of the great old grandfather clock tolling the hour.
He located the remote for the concealed speakers within the house, setting the voice of Edith Piaf singing 'La Vie en Rose' trickling into the background.
Now all he had to do was wait.