Regina
When we entered the venue for the gala, I was awed for a moment by the magical feeling. Men and women, dressed so beautifully, so elegantly, wandering around the front gallery with flutes of champagne in hand. Masterful works of art adorned the walls, and statues dotted the interior space.
Behind the gallery, a garden was illuminated with fairy lights, and the air was heavy with the perfume of the tropical flowers that had been flown in just for this occasion. Musicians played classical music from an alcove in the gallery, and waiters and waitresses wearing gold cummerbunds and long-tailed coats mingled among the guests with trays of finger food and more flutes of bubbly.
A giant sized replica of the new book was displayed at the center of the room, with the author’s famous,
