What part of the room does the writer describe last?

I stepped into the room, stopped, and gazed at its splendor. The ceilings were extremely high and painted with golden and rose-colored cherubs. From the center of the ceiling dangled a brilliant crystal chandelier lit with hundreds of candles. The walls, covered in rich blue silk fabric, were hung with huge oil paintings in elaborately gilt frames. Ornate antique furniture was placed all around the rooms against the walls. And the floors! Soft oriental carpets in glowing blues and roses contrasted with the gleaming teakwood floors that bordered them.

Is there any way to address this matter when sending invites to the wedding?

Kids will be invited to our wedding because attending will require overnight travel and we are including some kids in our wedding party. I'd really like to know if there is any way to specify at the time of the invitation that parents will be responsible for the supervision of their own children at the wedding.
Here's why - - Our engagement party was just over this past weekend and a number of the children in attendance (who will also be invited to the wedding) got very much out of hand.
I'm talking running into people who were carrying food & drinks causing spills.
Then running around the hall with balloons in tow and almost trashing the chandeliers (because the balloons were getting stuck between the crystal parts and they were just trying to yank them out of the chandelier).
One of the mothers approached my friend - who had brought activities for her daughter to do - and asked my friend to watch her son and let him have the coloring book she had brought for her daughter (which the daughter was quietly coloring in). Her son is totally wild and I don't blame my friend for declining.
When it came time for the cake cutting, the kids were totally in the way, grabbing for cake, reaching to stick their fingers in it before it was cut to "claim" their piece, etc - - my Mom had to stand there and tell them "don't touch the cake".

I cannot afford to hire a sitter for my guests unruly kids (I'm already paying over $12-grand to feed everyone at the wedding). I will have some crafts and coloring activities for the kids, but I do expect the parents to supervise their kids. The whole TV in another room is not an option - - and it encourages dropping the kids in an out of the way place where they won't be supervised.

Is there a way to add a note to invites stating "the children in the family are welcome and wanted to attend, but parents need to ensure their children are supervised during the festivities".
Or should I maybe have a general discussion with the parents before the wedding to tell them that they need to keep an eye on their children if they are coming to the wedding?

I can't envision a tactful way to address this problem, but I don't want a wedding day wrecked by wild kids breaking things or causing damage to the hall. The saddest part is that some of the children were really well behaved at the party and I enjoyed seeing them and really would want them to come to the wedding and not be discouraged.

Please give me some ideas!
I'm not opposed to a little "kids will be kids". I don't expect them to be glued to their seats. We'll have a DJ and they can dance to let out some energy. I will have crafts and coloring things to entertain them a bit.
Thankfully, I won't have balloons at the wedding, but I don't want servers or my elderly relatives being knocked over either - and I don't think that is too much to expect of children.
The problem ones are 6 - 8 years old, not toddlers in their terrible 2's. They really ought to have some comprehension of acceptable behavior in public.
but as some have mentioned, the parents are the #1 problem here.

Can you read this and tell me what you think?

Hello it's me again I was so happy to see people liked that first part of my story I posted it was such a relief I was so scared for people to read it my heart was beating like all the way into my throat lol... but that wasn't the begining just to be clear, it was around the middle... Here is the begining just to be clear I switch points of view between two characters Bane and Aurora (if you read the first one) thanks for any feedback

Chapter 1: Aurora
The freezing wind tore at my exposed face, I kept running though. The frost crept down my throat, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I was running as if it were for my life. Just a few more yards and I would be home free. BOOM! Another body flew out of the bushes and collided with mine.
“Alex did you have to hit me so hard!?!” I demanded
“What else are brothers for? And I barley tapped you Rory!” He replied nonchalantly.
“Why do I always have to remind you that you’re a werewolf and I’m only human? My bones break Alex! And quit calling me Rory! My name is Aurora.” I really hated when he called me Rory, but to him I would always be Rory never Aurora.
“Rory, if you can’t take a hit just sit out and let the real monsters play, it’s no fun when you get all complainy.”
“Fine!” I got up and started walking back to the house.
I walked down the path the gravel crunched steadily beneath my feet. My eyes started to fog up and I thought Come on Aurora don’t cry just hold it in until you get to your room.
I ran the next few yards to our house it was an old farm house painted a faint yellow color, but the paint was peeling, and the weeds had overtaken the meadow we called a yard. A stranger might get the idea that whoever lived here didn’t care for house maintenance or maybe they would even think the house was abandoned. I reached the door and I pulled on it a little harder than usual because the humidity from this morning’s rain had made the door stick. My mom called from the kitchen
“Aurora be sure to wipe your feet, I just waxed the floor.” The one thing I hate about mom is that she is psychic and she always knows when you’re coming, when you were trying to hide something, or when somebody had upset you. “Aurora, your upset dear, tell momma what happened.” She called again.
“Mom I’m not upset.” I lied knowing she didn’t really care.
I left my shoes at the door and sprinted through the immaculately clean living room. What this house lacked in exterior beauty it made up for on the inside the wood floors so shiny you could see your reflection, photos all framed and neatly displayed on walls and shelves, the porcelain and crystal knick knacks all perfectly dusted, Persian rugs and a 60 inch plasma TV in the living room, and my mother’s pride and joy the shimmering crystal chandelier hanging over the dining room table casting tiny rainbows on the walls. I bet this is the last place people would expect a pack of werewolves to live I thought as I jogged up the stairs. I sprinted the last few feet to my bedroom.
My back slipped down the door and I fell to the floor and started to sob. Why? Why, was I always the freak! I don’t fit in with my own family my mom is psychic, my dad and two brothers are werewolves, and my sister too! I’m a freak among freaks why did I have to be born as a normal human girl. A few more minutes of sobbing, then it hit me I was starting 11th grade this year it was time for me to make a fresh start! If I couldn’t fit in with the monsters maybe I could fit in with normal humans. I took off my coat and threw it on the bed then I wiped away my tears. Maybe things would work out after all. I would bring up the idea of me attending a normal high school at dinner. A tapping sound came from the window; I walked over and opened the curtains to find Bane on the ground below my window. Bane was a werewolf as well but he belonged to a different pack (the Lowell’s) that live in a large manor 10 miles northwest of my house. I opened the window
“Stand aside Rory I’m coming up” I did as he said and stood to the side; he jumped through the window and made a hard landing on the bed. “Rory, why are you crying?” Bane had been a long time playmate and had taken to calling me Rory just like Alexzander did, but it was much less annoying when Bane said it.
He tossed his jet black short yet long hair out of his face. “Well are you gonna tell me what’s the matter?” he asked as he plopped down on the edge of the bed.
I remained quiet
“Do I have to kick Alex’s ass for you again?” he asked as he playfully rolled up the sleeves of his red thermal.
“No… It’s just I don’t fit in with werewolves and all these monsters and stuff… I was thinking of asking mom and dad to attend a human high school this year. What do you think?” I asked hopefully
Bane’s handsome face fell.
“You fit in with me.” He said in a hurt voice.
“Bane… You know what I mean, I don’t fit in with my family you’ll always be my, bestest friend.” I assured him.
“Rory you’re
it cut it off sorry just... review what I have please

Critique my story? Best answer get 10pts!?

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I swear on my father’s grave that something on my plate is moving, slowly creeping off the gold encrusted edge. I shudder, and push my plate away from me. My mother has taken me to another one of her charity events again, another long evening spent in hot itchy fabrics eating God-knows-what when I could be eating oven-baked pizza and watching The Titanic over and over at home. I think this time everyone is donating to some animal shelter or something furry like that. Thankfully, Virginia is here to keep me company. Remembering to keep a straight spine, with my shoulder blades lightly touching the back of my gold and red velvet chair, I peer out of the corner of my eye, searching for the black haired beauty.
Virginia is over by the wedding-aisle long bar, sipping a flute of champagne and talking to Hunter, an attractive boy from our class. I quickly excuse myself, earning a sharp glare from Mom. She is bringing me to more and more of these soirées lately; as if in a month I will forget my proper place in society next to my peers and drop off the face of the earth. I just shrug my shoulders at her and speed walk over towards Virginia and Hunter, who are both laughing at someone Virginia has probably made fun of. She is one of the most straightforward girls you can ever meet, making up for her small petite frame. Her laugh rings across the room, echoing off every marble column and crystal chandelier. Some wealthy patrons scowl at the loud girl, then sniff and turn their cold shoulders away. Virginia never notices the stares; most of them out of envy. She is one of the most beautiful girls at The Alabaster Chasten Academy, our school, but thinks nothing of it.
“Beauty is just something to distract us from our lives,” Virginia said when I complemented her on her flawless face when we first met. Her honey colored skin glows beneath a turquoise beaded dress, and her tear colored blue eyes shine with laughter. Hunter pushes part of her black bangs back, and she shakes the chic, short bob out again. I approach them as soon as Hunter leaves to get her another drink.
“Hey Rose! I saw you over there with the cronies. Any passed out or slept with each other’s husbands yet?” Virginia asks teasingly, making me blush and look down.
“They’re not all that bad.” I say halfheartedly. “So I saw you talking with Hunter Crawford. Now he is a good catch; how’d you snag him this time?” Virginia is known for her boyfriends. She’s dated guys from the chess club to the swim team, and the activity council to the cheerleading squad. Right now she’s single, but Hunter is probably going to change that for her soon.
“We have health together this semester, and we’re partnered up to do this project on STDs. Totally revolting, but definitely valuable information if you know what I mean.” Virginia smiled and bumps me with her hip. I bump back and soon we’re trying to stifle our shrieks with our silk clutches.
“What about you, Rose? Anyone caught your eye?” An elderly couple waltz past us, the wife waving a gloved hand our way, and the man nods deeply. I smile back and pick up a small gold plate with an even smaller slice of lemon cake on it from the bar tender.
What Virginia really means is if Asher and I are officially a couple now. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers, and I’ve had a huge crush on him ever since. Back in second grade, we were both playing under the big yellow slide when I kissed him on the lips. He reacted in the normal little boy way; wiping his lips with his sleeve, and screaming that he had gotten cooties. It took three teachers and the principal to calm him down. What can I say, he is a little outrageous.

Oh, and I have paragraphs, this just didn't format it like that, so sorry.
And this is only a part of my first chapter. I still have another page, haha.

What do you think of my story?

Any comments welcome, as long as they are truthful. Please leave comments on how I can improve, thanks!!

I swear on my father’s grave that on my plate of escargot a lone snail is moving, slowly creeping off the gold china edge. I shudder, and push my plate away from me. My mother has taken me to another one of her charity events again, another long evening spent in hot itchy fabrics eating God-knows-what when I could be eating oven-baked pizza and watching The Titanic over and over at home. I think this time everyone is donating to some animal shelter or something furry like that. Thankfully, Virginia is here to keep me company. Remembering to keep a straight spine, with my shoulder blades lightly touching the back of my gold and red velvet chair, I peer out of the corner of my eye, searching for the black haired beauty.
Virginia is over by the wedding-aisle long bar, sipping a flute of champagne and talking to Hunter, an attractive boy from our class. I quickly excuse myself, earning a sharp glare from Mom. She is bringing me to more and more of these soirées lately; as if in a month I will forget my proper place in society next to my peers and drop off the face of the earth. I just shrug my shoulders at her and speed walk over towards Virginia and Hunter, who are both laughing at someone Virginia has probably made fun of. She is one of the most straightforward girls you can ever meet, making up for her small petite frame. Her laugh rings across the room, echoing off every marble column and crystal chandelier. Some wealthy patrons scowl at the loud girl, then sniff and turn their cold shoulders away. Virginia never notices the stares; most of them out of envy. She is one of the most beautiful girls at The Alabaster Chasten Academy, our school, but thinks nothing of it.
“Beauty is just something to distract us from our lives,” Virginia said when I complemented her on her flawless face when we first met. Her honey colored skin glows beneath a turquoise beaded dress, and her tear colored blue eyes shine with laughter. Hunter pushes part of her black bangs back, and she shakes the chic, short bob out again. I approach them as soon as Hunter leaves to get her another drink.
“Hey Rose! I saw you over there with the cronies. Any passed out or slept with each other’s husbands yet?” Virginia asks teasingly, making me blush and look down.
“They’re not all that bad.” I say halfheartedly. “So I saw you talking with Hunter Crawford. Now he is a good catch; how’d you snag him this time?” Virginia is known for her boyfriends. She’s dated guys from the chess club to the swim team, and the activity council to the cheerleading squad. Right now she’s single, but Hunter is probably going to change that for her soon.
“We have health together this semester, and we’re partnered up to do this project on STDs. Totally revolting, but definitely valuable information if you know what I mean.” Virginia smiled and bumps me with her hip. I bump back and soon we’re trying to stifle our shrieks with our silk clutches.
“What about you, Rose? Anyone caught your eye?” An elderly couple waltz past us, the wife waving a gloved hand our way, and the man nods deeply. I smile back and pick up a small gold plate with an even smaller slice of lemon cake on it from the bar tender.
What Virginia really means is if Asher and I are officially a couple now. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers, and I’ve had a huge crush on him ever since. Back in second grade, we were both playing under the big yellow slide when I kissed him on the lips. He reacted in the normal little boy way; wiping his lips with his sleeve, and screaming that he had gotten cooties. It took three teachers and the principal to calm him down. What can I say, he is a little outrageous.

Oh, and I have paragraphs, this just didn't format it like that, so sorry.
And this is only a part of my first chapter. I still have another page, haha.

What part of the room does the writer describe last?

I stepped into the room, stopped, and gazed at its splendor. The ceilings were extremely high and painted with golden and rose-colored cherubs. From the center of the ceiling dangled a brilliant crystal chandelier lit with hundreds of candles. The walls, covered in rich blue silk fabric, were hung with huge oil paintings in elaborately gilt frames. Ornate antique furniture was placed all around the rooms against the walls. And the floors! Soft oriental carpets in glowing blues and roses contrasted with the gleaming teakwood floors that bordered them.

Is there any way to address this matter when sending invites to the wedding?

Kids will be invited to our wedding because attending will require overnight travel and we are including some kids in our wedding party. I'd really like to know if there is any way to specify at the time of the invitation that parents will be responsible for the supervision of their own children at the wedding.
Here's why - - Our engagement party was just over this past weekend and a number of the children in attendance (who will also be invited to the wedding) got very much out of hand.
I'm talking running into people who were carrying food & drinks causing spills.
Then running around the hall with balloons in tow and almost trashing the chandeliers (because the balloons were getting stuck between the crystal parts and they were just trying to yank them out of the chandelier).
One of the mothers approached my friend - who had brought activities for her daughter to do - and asked my friend to watch her son and let him have the coloring book she had brought for her daughter (which the daughter was quietly coloring in). Her son is totally wild and I don't blame my friend for declining.
When it came time for the cake cutting, the kids were totally in the way, grabbing for cake, reaching to stick their fingers in it before it was cut to "claim" their piece, etc - - my Mom had to stand there and tell them "don't touch the cake".

I cannot afford to hire a sitter for my guests unruly kids (I'm already paying over $12-grand to feed everyone at the wedding). I will have some crafts and coloring activities for the kids, but I do expect the parents to supervise their kids. The whole TV in another room is not an option - - and it encourages dropping the kids in an out of the way place where they won't be supervised.

Is there a way to add a note to invites stating "the children in the family are welcome and wanted to attend, but parents need to ensure their children are supervised during the festivities".
Or should I maybe have a general discussion with the parents before the wedding to tell them that they need to keep an eye on their children if they are coming to the wedding?

I can't envision a tactful way to address this problem, but I don't want a wedding day wrecked by wild kids breaking things or causing damage to the hall. The saddest part is that some of the children were really well behaved at the party and I enjoyed seeing them and really would want them to come to the wedding and not be discouraged.

Please give me some ideas!
I'm not opposed to a little "kids will be kids". I don't expect them to be glued to their seats. We'll have a DJ and they can dance to let out some energy. I will have crafts and coloring things to entertain them a bit.
Thankfully, I won't have balloons at the wedding, but I don't want servers or my elderly relatives being knocked over either - and I don't think that is too much to expect of children.
The problem ones are 6 - 8 years old, not toddlers in their terrible 2's. They really ought to have some comprehension of acceptable behavior in public.
but as some have mentioned, the parents are the #1 problem here.

Can you read this and tell me what you think?

Hello it's me again I was so happy to see people liked that first part of my story I posted it was such a relief I was so scared for people to read it my heart was beating like all the way into my throat lol... but that wasn't the begining just to be clear, it was around the middle... Here is the begining just to be clear I switch points of view between two characters Bane and Aurora (if you read the first one) thanks for any feedback

Chapter 1: Aurora
The freezing wind tore at my exposed face, I kept running though. The frost crept down my throat, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I was running as if it were for my life. Just a few more yards and I would be home free. BOOM! Another body flew out of the bushes and collided with mine.
“Alex did you have to hit me so hard!?!” I demanded
“What else are brothers for? And I barley tapped you Rory!” He replied nonchalantly.
“Why do I always have to remind you that you’re a werewolf and I’m only human? My bones break Alex! And quit calling me Rory! My name is Aurora.” I really hated when he called me Rory, but to him I would always be Rory never Aurora.
“Rory, if you can’t take a hit just sit out and let the real monsters play, it’s no fun when you get all complainy.”
“Fine!” I got up and started walking back to the house.
I walked down the path the gravel crunched steadily beneath my feet. My eyes started to fog up and I thought Come on Aurora don’t cry just hold it in until you get to your room.
I ran the next few yards to our house it was an old farm house painted a faint yellow color, but the paint was peeling, and the weeds had overtaken the meadow we called a yard. A stranger might get the idea that whoever lived here didn’t care for house maintenance or maybe they would even think the house was abandoned. I reached the door and I pulled on it a little harder than usual because the humidity from this morning’s rain had made the door stick. My mom called from the kitchen
“Aurora be sure to wipe your feet, I just waxed the floor.” The one thing I hate about mom is that she is psychic and she always knows when you’re coming, when you were trying to hide something, or when somebody had upset you. “Aurora, your upset dear, tell momma what happened.” She called again.
“Mom I’m not upset.” I lied knowing she didn’t really care.
I left my shoes at the door and sprinted through the immaculately clean living room. What this house lacked in exterior beauty it made up for on the inside the wood floors so shiny you could see your reflection, photos all framed and neatly displayed on walls and shelves, the porcelain and crystal knick knacks all perfectly dusted, Persian rugs and a 60 inch plasma TV in the living room, and my mother’s pride and joy the shimmering crystal chandelier hanging over the dining room table casting tiny rainbows on the walls. I bet this is the last place people would expect a pack of werewolves to live I thought as I jogged up the stairs. I sprinted the last few feet to my bedroom.
My back slipped down the door and I fell to the floor and started to sob. Why? Why, was I always the freak! I don’t fit in with my own family my mom is psychic, my dad and two brothers are werewolves, and my sister too! I’m a freak among freaks why did I have to be born as a normal human girl. A few more minutes of sobbing, then it hit me I was starting 11th grade this year it was time for me to make a fresh start! If I couldn’t fit in with the monsters maybe I could fit in with normal humans. I took off my coat and threw it on the bed then I wiped away my tears. Maybe things would work out after all. I would bring up the idea of me attending a normal high school at dinner. A tapping sound came from the window; I walked over and opened the curtains to find Bane on the ground below my window. Bane was a werewolf as well but he belonged to a different pack (the Lowell’s) that live in a large manor 10 miles northwest of my house. I opened the window
“Stand aside Rory I’m coming up” I did as he said and stood to the side; he jumped through the window and made a hard landing on the bed. “Rory, why are you crying?” Bane had been a long time playmate and had taken to calling me Rory just like Alexzander did, but it was much less annoying when Bane said it.
He tossed his jet black short yet long hair out of his face. “Well are you gonna tell me what’s the matter?” he asked as he plopped down on the edge of the bed.
I remained quiet
“Do I have to kick Alex’s ass for you again?” he asked as he playfully rolled up the sleeves of his red thermal.
“No… It’s just I don’t fit in with werewolves and all these monsters and stuff… I was thinking of asking mom and dad to attend a human high school this year. What do you think?” I asked hopefully
Bane’s handsome face fell.
“You fit in with me.” He said in a hurt voice.
“Bane… You know what I mean, I don’t fit in with my family you’ll always be my, bestest friend.” I assured him.
“Rory you’re
it cut it off sorry just... review what I have please

Critique my story? Best answer get 10pts!?

Any comments welcome, as long as they are truthful. Please leave comments on how I can improve, thanks!!

I swear on my father’s grave that something on my plate is moving, slowly creeping off the gold encrusted edge. I shudder, and push my plate away from me. My mother has taken me to another one of her charity events again, another long evening spent in hot itchy fabrics eating God-knows-what when I could be eating oven-baked pizza and watching The Titanic over and over at home. I think this time everyone is donating to some animal shelter or something furry like that. Thankfully, Virginia is here to keep me company. Remembering to keep a straight spine, with my shoulder blades lightly touching the back of my gold and red velvet chair, I peer out of the corner of my eye, searching for the black haired beauty.
Virginia is over by the wedding-aisle long bar, sipping a flute of champagne and talking to Hunter, an attractive boy from our class. I quickly excuse myself, earning a sharp glare from Mom. She is bringing me to more and more of these soirées lately; as if in a month I will forget my proper place in society next to my peers and drop off the face of the earth. I just shrug my shoulders at her and speed walk over towards Virginia and Hunter, who are both laughing at someone Virginia has probably made fun of. She is one of the most straightforward girls you can ever meet, making up for her small petite frame. Her laugh rings across the room, echoing off every marble column and crystal chandelier. Some wealthy patrons scowl at the loud girl, then sniff and turn their cold shoulders away. Virginia never notices the stares; most of them out of envy. She is one of the most beautiful girls at The Alabaster Chasten Academy, our school, but thinks nothing of it.
“Beauty is just something to distract us from our lives,” Virginia said when I complemented her on her flawless face when we first met. Her honey colored skin glows beneath a turquoise beaded dress, and her tear colored blue eyes shine with laughter. Hunter pushes part of her black bangs back, and she shakes the chic, short bob out again. I approach them as soon as Hunter leaves to get her another drink.
“Hey Rose! I saw you over there with the cronies. Any passed out or slept with each other’s husbands yet?” Virginia asks teasingly, making me blush and look down.
“They’re not all that bad.” I say halfheartedly. “So I saw you talking with Hunter Crawford. Now he is a good catch; how’d you snag him this time?” Virginia is known for her boyfriends. She’s dated guys from the chess club to the swim team, and the activity council to the cheerleading squad. Right now she’s single, but Hunter is probably going to change that for her soon.
“We have health together this semester, and we’re partnered up to do this project on STDs. Totally revolting, but definitely valuable information if you know what I mean.” Virginia smiled and bumps me with her hip. I bump back and soon we’re trying to stifle our shrieks with our silk clutches.
“What about you, Rose? Anyone caught your eye?” An elderly couple waltz past us, the wife waving a gloved hand our way, and the man nods deeply. I smile back and pick up a small gold plate with an even smaller slice of lemon cake on it from the bar tender.
What Virginia really means is if Asher and I are officially a couple now. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers, and I’ve had a huge crush on him ever since. Back in second grade, we were both playing under the big yellow slide when I kissed him on the lips. He reacted in the normal little boy way; wiping his lips with his sleeve, and screaming that he had gotten cooties. It took three teachers and the principal to calm him down. What can I say, he is a little outrageous.

Oh, and I have paragraphs, this just didn't format it like that, so sorry.
And this is only a part of my first chapter. I still have another page, haha.

What do you think of my story?

Any comments welcome, as long as they are truthful. Please leave comments on how I can improve, thanks!!

I swear on my father’s grave that on my plate of escargot a lone snail is moving, slowly creeping off the gold china edge. I shudder, and push my plate away from me. My mother has taken me to another one of her charity events again, another long evening spent in hot itchy fabrics eating God-knows-what when I could be eating oven-baked pizza and watching The Titanic over and over at home. I think this time everyone is donating to some animal shelter or something furry like that. Thankfully, Virginia is here to keep me company. Remembering to keep a straight spine, with my shoulder blades lightly touching the back of my gold and red velvet chair, I peer out of the corner of my eye, searching for the black haired beauty.
Virginia is over by the wedding-aisle long bar, sipping a flute of champagne and talking to Hunter, an attractive boy from our class. I quickly excuse myself, earning a sharp glare from Mom. She is bringing me to more and more of these soirées lately; as if in a month I will forget my proper place in society next to my peers and drop off the face of the earth. I just shrug my shoulders at her and speed walk over towards Virginia and Hunter, who are both laughing at someone Virginia has probably made fun of. She is one of the most straightforward girls you can ever meet, making up for her small petite frame. Her laugh rings across the room, echoing off every marble column and crystal chandelier. Some wealthy patrons scowl at the loud girl, then sniff and turn their cold shoulders away. Virginia never notices the stares; most of them out of envy. She is one of the most beautiful girls at The Alabaster Chasten Academy, our school, but thinks nothing of it.
“Beauty is just something to distract us from our lives,” Virginia said when I complemented her on her flawless face when we first met. Her honey colored skin glows beneath a turquoise beaded dress, and her tear colored blue eyes shine with laughter. Hunter pushes part of her black bangs back, and she shakes the chic, short bob out again. I approach them as soon as Hunter leaves to get her another drink.
“Hey Rose! I saw you over there with the cronies. Any passed out or slept with each other’s husbands yet?” Virginia asks teasingly, making me blush and look down.
“They’re not all that bad.” I say halfheartedly. “So I saw you talking with Hunter Crawford. Now he is a good catch; how’d you snag him this time?” Virginia is known for her boyfriends. She’s dated guys from the chess club to the swim team, and the activity council to the cheerleading squad. Right now she’s single, but Hunter is probably going to change that for her soon.
“We have health together this semester, and we’re partnered up to do this project on STDs. Totally revolting, but definitely valuable information if you know what I mean.” Virginia smiled and bumps me with her hip. I bump back and soon we’re trying to stifle our shrieks with our silk clutches.
“What about you, Rose? Anyone caught your eye?” An elderly couple waltz past us, the wife waving a gloved hand our way, and the man nods deeply. I smile back and pick up a small gold plate with an even smaller slice of lemon cake on it from the bar tender.
What Virginia really means is if Asher and I are officially a couple now. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers, and I’ve had a huge crush on him ever since. Back in second grade, we were both playing under the big yellow slide when I kissed him on the lips. He reacted in the normal little boy way; wiping his lips with his sleeve, and screaming that he had gotten cooties. It took three teachers and the principal to calm him down. What can I say, he is a little outrageous.

Oh, and I have paragraphs, this just didn't format it like that, so sorry.
And this is only a part of my first chapter. I still have another page, haha.

What part of the room does the writer describe last?

I stepped into the room, stopped, and gazed at its splendor. The ceilings were extremely high and painted with golden and rose-colored cherubs. From the center of the ceiling dangled a brilliant crystal chandelier lit with hundreds of candles. The walls, covered in rich blue silk fabric, were hung with huge oil paintings in elaborately gilt frames. Ornate antique furniture was placed all around the rooms against the walls. And the floors! Soft oriental carpets in glowing blues and roses contrasted with the gleaming teakwood floors that bordered them.

Is there any way to address this matter when sending invites to the wedding?

Kids will be invited to our wedding because attending will require overnight travel and we are including some kids in our wedding party. I'd really like to know if there is any way to specify at the time of the invitation that parents will be responsible for the supervision of their own children at the wedding.
Here's why - - Our engagement party was just over this past weekend and a number of the children in attendance (who will also be invited to the wedding) got very much out of hand.
I'm talking running into people who were carrying food & drinks causing spills.
Then running around the hall with balloons in tow and almost trashing the chandeliers (because the balloons were getting stuck between the crystal parts and they were just trying to yank them out of the chandelier).
One of the mothers approached my friend - who had brought activities for her daughter to do - and asked my friend to watch her son and let him have the coloring book she had brought for her daughter (which the daughter was quietly coloring in). Her son is totally wild and I don't blame my friend for declining.
When it came time for the cake cutting, the kids were totally in the way, grabbing for cake, reaching to stick their fingers in it before it was cut to "claim" their piece, etc - - my Mom had to stand there and tell them "don't touch the cake".

I cannot afford to hire a sitter for my guests unruly kids (I'm already paying over $12-grand to feed everyone at the wedding). I will have some crafts and coloring activities for the kids, but I do expect the parents to supervise their kids. The whole TV in another room is not an option - - and it encourages dropping the kids in an out of the way place where they won't be supervised.

Is there a way to add a note to invites stating "the children in the family are welcome and wanted to attend, but parents need to ensure their children are supervised during the festivities".
Or should I maybe have a general discussion with the parents before the wedding to tell them that they need to keep an eye on their children if they are coming to the wedding?

I can't envision a tactful way to address this problem, but I don't want a wedding day wrecked by wild kids breaking things or causing damage to the hall. The saddest part is that some of the children were really well behaved at the party and I enjoyed seeing them and really would want them to come to the wedding and not be discouraged.

Please give me some ideas!
I'm not opposed to a little "kids will be kids". I don't expect them to be glued to their seats. We'll have a DJ and they can dance to let out some energy. I will have crafts and coloring things to entertain them a bit.
Thankfully, I won't have balloons at the wedding, but I don't want servers or my elderly relatives being knocked over either - and I don't think that is too much to expect of children.
The problem ones are 6 - 8 years old, not toddlers in their terrible 2's. They really ought to have some comprehension of acceptable behavior in public.
but as some have mentioned, the parents are the #1 problem here.

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Hello it's me again I was so happy to see people liked that first part of my story I posted it was such a relief I was so scared for people to read it my heart was beating like all the way into my throat lol... but that wasn't the begining just to be clear, it was around the middle... Here is the begining just to be clear I switch points of view between two characters Bane and Aurora (if you read the first one) thanks for any feedback

Chapter 1: Aurora
The freezing wind tore at my exposed face, I kept running though. The frost crept down my throat, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I was running as if it were for my life. Just a few more yards and I would be home free. BOOM! Another body flew out of the bushes and collided with mine.
“Alex did you have to hit me so hard!?!” I demanded
“What else are brothers for? And I barley tapped you Rory!” He replied nonchalantly.
“Why do I always have to remind you that you’re a werewolf and I’m only human? My bones break Alex! And quit calling me Rory! My name is Aurora.” I really hated when he called me Rory, but to him I would always be Rory never Aurora.
“Rory, if you can’t take a hit just sit out and let the real monsters play, it’s no fun when you get all complainy.”
“Fine!” I got up and started walking back to the house.
I walked down the path the gravel crunched steadily beneath my feet. My eyes started to fog up and I thought Come on Aurora don’t cry just hold it in until you get to your room.
I ran the next few yards to our house it was an old farm house painted a faint yellow color, but the paint was peeling, and the weeds had overtaken the meadow we called a yard. A stranger might get the idea that whoever lived here didn’t care for house maintenance or maybe they would even think the house was abandoned. I reached the door and I pulled on it a little harder than usual because the humidity from this morning’s rain had made the door stick. My mom called from the kitchen
“Aurora be sure to wipe your feet, I just waxed the floor.” The one thing I hate about mom is that she is psychic and she always knows when you’re coming, when you were trying to hide something, or when somebody had upset you. “Aurora, your upset dear, tell momma what happened.” She called again.
“Mom I’m not upset.” I lied knowing she didn’t really care.
I left my shoes at the door and sprinted through the immaculately clean living room. What this house lacked in exterior beauty it made up for on the inside the wood floors so shiny you could see your reflection, photos all framed and neatly displayed on walls and shelves, the porcelain and crystal knick knacks all perfectly dusted, Persian rugs and a 60 inch plasma TV in the living room, and my mother’s pride and joy the shimmering crystal chandelier hanging over the dining room table casting tiny rainbows on the walls. I bet this is the last place people would expect a pack of werewolves to live I thought as I jogged up the stairs. I sprinted the last few feet to my bedroom.
My back slipped down the door and I fell to the floor and started to sob. Why? Why, was I always the freak! I don’t fit in with my own family my mom is psychic, my dad and two brothers are werewolves, and my sister too! I’m a freak among freaks why did I have to be born as a normal human girl. A few more minutes of sobbing, then it hit me I was starting 11th grade this year it was time for me to make a fresh start! If I couldn’t fit in with the monsters maybe I could fit in with normal humans. I took off my coat and threw it on the bed then I wiped away my tears. Maybe things would work out after all. I would bring up the idea of me attending a normal high school at dinner. A tapping sound came from the window; I walked over and opened the curtains to find Bane on the ground below my window. Bane was a werewolf as well but he belonged to a different pack (the Lowell’s) that live in a large manor 10 miles northwest of my house. I opened the window
“Stand aside Rory I’m coming up” I did as he said and stood to the side; he jumped through the window and made a hard landing on the bed. “Rory, why are you crying?” Bane had been a long time playmate and had taken to calling me Rory just like Alexzander did, but it was much less annoying when Bane said it.
He tossed his jet black short yet long hair out of his face. “Well are you gonna tell me what’s the matter?” he asked as he plopped down on the edge of the bed.
I remained quiet
“Do I have to kick Alex’s ass for you again?” he asked as he playfully rolled up the sleeves of his red thermal.
“No… It’s just I don’t fit in with werewolves and all these monsters and stuff… I was thinking of asking mom and dad to attend a human high school this year. What do you think?” I asked hopefully
Bane’s handsome face fell.
“You fit in with me.” He said in a hurt voice.
“Bane… You know what I mean, I don’t fit in with my family you’ll always be my, bestest friend.” I assured him.
“Rory you’re
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I swear on my father’s grave that something on my plate is moving, slowly creeping off the gold encrusted edge. I shudder, and push my plate away from me. My mother has taken me to another one of her charity events again, another long evening spent in hot itchy fabrics eating God-knows-what when I could be eating oven-baked pizza and watching The Titanic over and over at home. I think this time everyone is donating to some animal shelter or something furry like that. Thankfully, Virginia is here to keep me company. Remembering to keep a straight spine, with my shoulder blades lightly touching the back of my gold and red velvet chair, I peer out of the corner of my eye, searching for the black haired beauty.
Virginia is over by the wedding-aisle long bar, sipping a flute of champagne and talking to Hunter, an attractive boy from our class. I quickly excuse myself, earning a sharp glare from Mom. She is bringing me to more and more of these soirées lately; as if in a month I will forget my proper place in society next to my peers and drop off the face of the earth. I just shrug my shoulders at her and speed walk over towards Virginia and Hunter, who are both laughing at someone Virginia has probably made fun of. She is one of the most straightforward girls you can ever meet, making up for her small petite frame. Her laugh rings across the room, echoing off every marble column and crystal chandelier. Some wealthy patrons scowl at the loud girl, then sniff and turn their cold shoulders away. Virginia never notices the stares; most of them out of envy. She is one of the most beautiful girls at The Alabaster Chasten Academy, our school, but thinks nothing of it.
“Beauty is just something to distract us from our lives,” Virginia said when I complemented her on her flawless face when we first met. Her honey colored skin glows beneath a turquoise beaded dress, and her tear colored blue eyes shine with laughter. Hunter pushes part of her black bangs back, and she shakes the chic, short bob out again. I approach them as soon as Hunter leaves to get her another drink.
“Hey Rose! I saw you over there with the cronies. Any passed out or slept with each other’s husbands yet?” Virginia asks teasingly, making me blush and look down.
“They’re not all that bad.” I say halfheartedly. “So I saw you talking with Hunter Crawford. Now he is a good catch; how’d you snag him this time?” Virginia is known for her boyfriends. She’s dated guys from the chess club to the swim team, and the activity council to the cheerleading squad. Right now she’s single, but Hunter is probably going to change that for her soon.
“We have health together this semester, and we’re partnered up to do this project on STDs. Totally revolting, but definitely valuable information if you know what I mean.” Virginia smiled and bumps me with her hip. I bump back and soon we’re trying to stifle our shrieks with our silk clutches.
“What about you, Rose? Anyone caught your eye?” An elderly couple waltz past us, the wife waving a gloved hand our way, and the man nods deeply. I smile back and pick up a small gold plate with an even smaller slice of lemon cake on it from the bar tender.
What Virginia really means is if Asher and I are officially a couple now. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers, and I’ve had a huge crush on him ever since. Back in second grade, we were both playing under the big yellow slide when I kissed him on the lips. He reacted in the normal little boy way; wiping his lips with his sleeve, and screaming that he had gotten cooties. It took three teachers and the principal to calm him down. What can I say, he is a little outrageous.

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I swear on my father’s grave that on my plate of escargot a lone snail is moving, slowly creeping off the gold china edge. I shudder, and push my plate away from me. My mother has taken me to another one of her charity events again, another long evening spent in hot itchy fabrics eating God-knows-what when I could be eating oven-baked pizza and watching The Titanic over and over at home. I think this time everyone is donating to some animal shelter or something furry like that. Thankfully, Virginia is here to keep me company. Remembering to keep a straight spine, with my shoulder blades lightly touching the back of my gold and red velvet chair, I peer out of the corner of my eye, searching for the black haired beauty.
Virginia is over by the wedding-aisle long bar, sipping a flute of champagne and talking to Hunter, an attractive boy from our class. I quickly excuse myself, earning a sharp glare from Mom. She is bringing me to more and more of these soirées lately; as if in a month I will forget my proper place in society next to my peers and drop off the face of the earth. I just shrug my shoulders at her and speed walk over towards Virginia and Hunter, who are both laughing at someone Virginia has probably made fun of. She is one of the most straightforward girls you can ever meet, making up for her small petite frame. Her laugh rings across the room, echoing off every marble column and crystal chandelier. Some wealthy patrons scowl at the loud girl, then sniff and turn their cold shoulders away. Virginia never notices the stares; most of them out of envy. She is one of the most beautiful girls at The Alabaster Chasten Academy, our school, but thinks nothing of it.
“Beauty is just something to distract us from our lives,” Virginia said when I complemented her on her flawless face when we first met. Her honey colored skin glows beneath a turquoise beaded dress, and her tear colored blue eyes shine with laughter. Hunter pushes part of her black bangs back, and she shakes the chic, short bob out again. I approach them as soon as Hunter leaves to get her another drink.
“Hey Rose! I saw you over there with the cronies. Any passed out or slept with each other’s husbands yet?” Virginia asks teasingly, making me blush and look down.
“They’re not all that bad.” I say halfheartedly. “So I saw you talking with Hunter Crawford. Now he is a good catch; how’d you snag him this time?” Virginia is known for her boyfriends. She’s dated guys from the chess club to the swim team, and the activity council to the cheerleading squad. Right now she’s single, but Hunter is probably going to change that for her soon.
“We have health together this semester, and we’re partnered up to do this project on STDs. Totally revolting, but definitely valuable information if you know what I mean.” Virginia smiled and bumps me with her hip. I bump back and soon we’re trying to stifle our shrieks with our silk clutches.
“What about you, Rose? Anyone caught your eye?” An elderly couple waltz past us, the wife waving a gloved hand our way, and the man nods deeply. I smile back and pick up a small gold plate with an even smaller slice of lemon cake on it from the bar tender.
What Virginia really means is if Asher and I are officially a couple now. He’s been my best friend since we were in diapers, and I’ve had a huge crush on him ever since. Back in second grade, we were both playing under the big yellow slide when I kissed him on the lips. He reacted in the normal little boy way; wiping his lips with his sleeve, and screaming that he had gotten cooties. It took three teachers and the principal to calm him down. What can I say, he is a little outrageous.

Oh, and I have paragraphs, this just didn't format it like that, so sorry.
And this is only a part of my first chapter. I still have another page, haha.