The first reception ground was the second garden, shaped like a maze in the middle.
It was equally as large as the first, but smelled more of roses.
However, there was another scent in the air today. It was an electric scent. One that sparked a kind of euphoric feeling in everyone's chest.
The waiters, dressed in neatly pressed black and white suits, strolled around with trays of drinks in their hands.
At another corner, was a buffet stand where guests could choose whatever kind of pastries they wanted.
Everyone was happy, at least everyone present in the garden.
Atlas, standing in the newlyweds corner with his father, was approached by one of the guests.
"Cane Sinclair, what a man you and your wife have raised!" Legion Lux, the owner of Lux fragrance said, interrupting the father and son discussion.
"Legion! I didn't think you'd make it." Cane Sinclair clasped hands with him.
