The hotel's ballroom boasted of 400 tables, when the banquet hall was used to its full extent. As it was, they had about a third of the space rented out for this 'high tea party'. Ten tables were dedicated to multiple bite sized flavours of cakes and mousses. Another table had an ice cream sundae bar. There were well over twenty different tea bags available and far too many teapots and tea cups for them.
The decor was that of a Winter's wonderland (not the dessert palace owned by La-Pokafe). And boasted of light blues and shades of light grey. Hardly any imperfections to be found. Like perfect snowflakes.
At each table, on top of the settings that pro-offered cutlery and plates to use for dining: there is an envelope. At each place, just before a chair. Inside these envelopes were conversation starters. Some with crude jokes, barely toeing the line for an affair such as this. Others had ice-breaker questions, such as asking for one's favourite colour. Their favourite pet. Or the bes