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Georgie
Georgie The hall is set with ranks of dining tables towards the main window, giving everyone a view out over the snow and the river. The head table is about half-way along and a bar has been set up towards the back. Fire blazes in an enormous hearth, but the space is huge. They must have some other heating running too for it to be so warm. Perhaps from the vents I can see dotted around. It’s quite a plain space really, but with the tree and the place settings, colourful in red and green, and the flickering light of the fire, casting a glow over everything, you could be fooled into thinking otherwise. It all looks absolutely beautiful. Happy guests. Pretty bridesmaids. Handsome men in suits and hats. Congratulatory family and friends. Smiling groom. The clichéd blooming bride. Couples.
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