Fifteen - The Sunday Bunch

RPOV

The Russian royal palace was ornately beautiful—colorful, patterned architecture starkly contrasted against the gray, cloudy sky. Similar to the Protestant Church of Fairston Academy, its structure seemed formidably majestic with all its sharp angles, smooth curves, looming height, and enormous area.

My family and I arrived at the wrought, iron gate, where stoic guards stopped our bumbling carriage from proceeding. I could hear their robotic, heavily accented voices demand, "State your business," to the coachmen. After the coachmen explained our presence, the guards wordlessly opened the gate, which uttered a low creak. The horses' hooves clopped along the ground as the carriage rolled forward.

As we rode to the palace on the long pathway, Lissa clutched my arm. Her slender body emanated excitement. "I can't believe we're actually going to have brunch with the royal family of Russia! Isn't this wonderful?" she gushed, her pale skin turning happily red.

Jill smiled, her pretty, wh