For this special day, of course the parlour had been prepared for guests as well. The gentle piano and violin music that filled the whole ground floor also filled the parlour with a lighthearted and friendly atmosphere. The floor had been polished until it was shining and the frames of the portraits with the ancestors of the Virtanens, who as well made effort to look the best they could, had been dusted and cleaned of stains.

Armchairs and sofas were standing together in groups near the lit fireplace and some tables with chairs around them had been prepared as well. Even some more isolated seating corners for those who preferred a more private conversation had been set up.
In front of one wall was a long table with a white lace cloth neatly draped across. Some more beverages were standing on it, from tea to brandy for the guests to help themselves. Between the beverages were single plates with snacks, some British scones as well as the typical Finnish pulla.

Candles were floating around, spending a dim and cozy light without being in the way of the guests that would surely fill the room once the banquet was over.