The common room in the pack house had been cleared of all furniture, and it appeared so much bigger than what August realized was possible. Glass doors that lined the back wall were slid fully open so as to open the space entirely to the land out back where the fire had been lit that morning and was now transferred and roaring in a healthy bonfire off to the side.
There were steps down from the entryway, and August and Graeme paused there to admire the way the space had been decorated. Candelabras were set up around the perimeter of the room to add a romantic glow and chandeliers hung elegantly from the ceiling. A stage was set up off to the right with the small folk band playing that August recognized from the last bonfire, only this time they were dressed up in velvet suits and top hats and romantic, flowing dresses.
