Later that night, after everyone was all dressed up in his or her exquisitely designed dresses or their formal, yet stiff suits, our family and my parents’ friends headed down from the hotels, The Cove, The Reef, and The Royal, to a fancy five-star restaurant for a gourmet dinner.
The second we entered the restaurant, I immediately felt as if I was a royal entering her magnificent palace. In front of me, a long, marble hallway was covered with a red, velvet carpet, centered in the middle of the hallway. It was ten feet wide, leaving two feet of marble floor visible on either side. On these visible platforms, every ten feet or so, a short, chestnut-colored table stood with a vivid colored vase displaying a bouquet of fragrant gardenias on top. Hanging elegantly above our heads was a gold-covered chandelier with glistening one-inch by one-inch crystals hanging on each and every branch of the chandelier. On either side of me, two maroon colored curtains were pulled aside from the other, held by a gold clip, holding the curtains midway from the ceiling and the floor, creating a twenty-foot tall entrance. A waitress then welcomed us with a warm smile, then lead us to our seats, located in the ballroom to our left. She then filled up our glasses with juice–or wine for the parents–and left us to a grand buffet displayed behind us, separated by a wall of glass and glass doors.
My favorite dish of the night was grilled lamb chops with a mashed potato side. The lamb chops were still warm and sizzling with oil, tasting salty and crisp on the outside. When I took a bite, even though I heard a soft “crunch”, in the inside, it was still soft and juicy. The innermost part of the lamb was even light pink. The result of each bite was the scrumptious flavor that melted in my mouth, forcing me to stuff my face full of it–even though it wasn’t very…what my mother would say, “ladylike”. Likewise, the pleasant taste of the mashed potatoes just topped off my experience at the restaurant. The mashed potatoes were fluffy and creamy, a heavenly taste perfected with a dash of salt and pepper. Even when the food was just displayed for the customers, the mashed potatoes had the words, “Eat Me!” all over them.
Back to the present day, 2018, my heart, mind, and body were all thawed from the ice freezing them. By then, the flaming fire was no longer burning, with only the remains of burnt, cracked coals, still steaming from their tops. I stood up, walked to the window, and realized that night had already taken over, the sun no longer able to hold onto the tips of the trees. Like a silver oyster, the moon floated among the shimmering stars. Smiling, the feeling of contentment that was brought to me from my recollection of Atlantis will be with me forever, only now accompanied by a nostalgic feeling. It was not only a wanting to go back to Atlantis but also a wanting to go back to the waiting arms of Summer.