The guests ascended the stairs to the large old house in an orderly and cautious fashion. All members of high rank in society, all from different parts of the world, these strangers had nothing in common except one unknown similarity, they each were making strides within their local communities to eradicate hunger. Standing at the large, heavy wooden door they glanced around at one another with curiosity. Each had received a strange invitation, bidding them to come to the northern part of Washington, for an unforgettable meeting in the name of their cause. Plane tickets and lodging were provided and an evening they would never forget was promised. Suddenly, a lock turned and a small balding man in a tuxedo was standing at the door. Welcome, she’s been expecting you.
As they flooded through the door, they were greeted with a house like they had never before seen. Old, with elegant finishes, full of rich tones and textures. As the butler took their jackets, more men in tuxedos appeared. They ushered the guests towards two large double doors. As the doors opened they were met with a dining room so spectacular that small gasps could be heard throughout the group. The walls were bathed in purple fabric, dimly lit by a two heavy black chandeliers and a series of candles set into the table. The table! The best part of the entire room, zig-zag in shape and surrounded by a series of different seating. Large, plump purple armchairs, normal dining chairs, and a series of benches surrounded the table. The wall of the room was covered by the ivory of a series of skulls, all with mirrors in the eyes sockets, providing a reflection of the candlelight. On the silver china sat small envelopes with each guests name. This would be an evening that they would never forget.
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