tufted chaise

The sun streamed through the large floor to ceiling windows; filling the drawing room with afternoon light and nearly blinding the young princess as it glimmered off the golden decorations. She was nestled comfortably on a tufted chaise, hand lingering over a selection of pastries as a maid refilled her glass of champagne, when she realized someone had been standing by the door. “Hello,” Marie Capucine sat up and bowed her head in a curtsy. “Why don’t you sit and join me? These pastries are absolutely divine.”