It was a simpler time, though a time for decadence.
The piano master played a song of beautiful sadness as the Lady in the White Gown watched on with gentle eyes. Her memories came trickling back to her as she thought of times long past and savoured each one as it buried itself into her soul.
The Lady in the White Gown remembered how she had danced that night beneath the stars of the Autumn moon. She could almost feel the slight chill in the air; the laughter in the air.
It was a time for decadence, though it was a simpler time.
This flash fiction piece was written for the 108th FFfAW weekly challenge.