Ignore Amelia's sadness and continue talking. You're far too happy!
From Create Your Own Story
“Right? It’s almost as if it’s everything a royal castle is supposed to be and then a bazillion times more! And do you think the gold on the waiter’s uniform is real? Looking at them is making me feel plain....”
You’re sure it’s nothing too serious and, besides, if it was, Amelia would definitely tell you about it. Instead, you continue to chatter endlessly about anything and everything you can think of, anything to ignore the increasingly dejected replies from Amelia.
Eventually, the servers file out forming a long, winding line in the front of the hall. Each, impeccably dressed, hold a notebook and a few extra menus in one hand. Then, as if following an invisible signal, disperse into the many tables filling the hall. An friendly-looking brunette stops at your table, smiling politely before offering you a small wave.
“Evening girls, my name is Emma and I will be your server for tonight. Call on me if you need anything at all and I will try my best to make this night as enjoyable as possible,” she starts.
You nudge a slumped Amelia in excitement, having to bite your lip to contain a overjoyed ‘eep’.
“For now, you orders?” she continues, gathering the menus in her hand. The ...menus? Your smile falters. You realize you’ve forgotten to read a menu.
Do you:
| Status (and hopefully schedule) | ||
| Mood | A little worried and becoming a little hungry | Equipment:
A knee length off the shoulder dress adorned with gold glittery stars, kitten heels and a purse containing Vaseline and a £10 note. |
| ?? | ? | |
| ?? | ? | |
