Chapter 34: Chandeliers and flowers

Marco

Large , fancy chandeliers, suddenly find their way up the ceiling of the antique mosque, and radiant colourful lights making it seem just like a chapel ground, the typical white wedding.

I sent Sophia to make a scan of the area immediately we tracked their location. There's a long roll of red carpet at the center with chairs covered in two rows of blue and white linen, filing both sides of the once–empty mosque. Beautiful flowers, lavished all around in elongated ceramic vases along the carpeted floor.

A continuous row of dishes, and fine wines. A grand wedding indeed.

It's Impossible to tell how hastily the decorations were planned. It looks just perfect. Normal. And Happy. Such words shouldn't be used to describe such a wedding.

To the commoners and bystanders, it's an unnecessary lavish wedding of a philanthropist and a tycoon, but to the other world, it's a fancily decorated war zone, and as groom, it’s nothing close to innocent, or whatever picture the society have of me.