Elliot, who was making sounds of revelry in the car, had the privilege of being invited to a lavish dinner by the Queen. He had taken a long time to snap out of his consternation as he prepared to go to the Palace. But with his impetuous attitude he had plucked one of his most undelectable clothing from his wardrobe, not having to ponder as he exited his home.
As Elliot haughtily entered the elegant dining room that had the most carefully carved artworks on the walls, he noticed the Queen's face had turned into a ungratified look. He darted his face to other directions, the same look. Suddenly, Elliot broke into sweat and rushed towards the nearest exit on a whim, leaving the banquet of watchful eyes behind him.
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